I basically get through my day, with the kids in tow, with an extremely well -pronounced, oft-repeated terribly limited set of French words and phrases. In fact, I've honed my pronunciation so well that people generally respond to me with a bunch of fast French. Just one long riff. And then all I can do is respond with...
"Je ne comprends pas, s'il vous plait" I say, or "Je ne parle pas Francais" to which I often get a polite retort in English. For the most part.
Today was a bit harried. Colby's birthday and we had two things to do: one, buy a TinTin rocket and two, get him a vanilla cake.
We manage both, barely.
But today, in the midst of it all I actually said to a salesperson, "Je ne parle pas Anglais".
or, really, more accurately,
"I don't speak English".
I thought it was hilarious.