You've got to love kids for telling it like it is.
After indulging me in my Carpenters Stars In Their Eyes style fantasy for about five minutes, my littlest said "Okay, that's enough singing. My want a bath," and promptly brought me bang up to date with reality...
... in much the same way that they'll tell you if your breath smells, someone's farted on the bus or you've bought the wrong brand of cereal.
They also like to tell complete strangers your innermost secrets, like "Mummy's got smelly toes" or "Mummy likes to squeeze her spots".
And there's the old whoopee cushion trick when someone's sitting on your sofa that you'd eagerly like to impress. You thought it was going so well until you sat down and... fffffffffffffrraapp.
Yep, kids certainly have a knack for showing their parents up.
But I feel smug knowing that someday, when puberty strikes, it'll be their job to sport the red faces.
Oh yes, revenge will be sweet.
Monday 4 January 2010
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