Les Garçons et Guillaume, à table !

The first memory I have of my mother is when I was four or five. She'd call my two brothers and me for dinner and say, "Boys and Guillaume, let's eat!" and the last time I spoke to her on the phone two days ago, she'd hang up and say, "I'll give you a kiss, darling"; well, let's just say that between those two phrases, there are a few misunderstandings.