Flea
So there we were in the car, heading to my parents' for a family dinner. 

We were playing a silly word game, the one where you have to come up with a word that starts with the last letter of the previous word. Hey, I'm nothing if not about providing my child with abundent educational opportunities through play.

It went a bit like this: 

Me: Car (I have such a great imagination, don't I?) 

Flea: Ratatouille (I presume she means the movie, not the food) 

Me: Elephant (getting a bit bored already)

Flea: Tremendous (I think this is Flea's favourite word in the world) 

Me: Soul (half an ear on the radio, mind beginning to wander…) 

Flea: Lesson 

Me: Necrophilia!  

Akward pause.

No, I don't know which dark recess of my mind that came from, either. Obviously, though, I dealt with it in my usual textbook positive parenting manner: 

Flea: Mummy, what's neck filler?

Me: Oh, look at that squirrel! 

I must confess, "Oh, look at that squirrel" is basically my standard response to any difficult parenting moment. Try it yourself – it works in pretty much any situation. Squirrels are fast and small, so if it just so happens that there isn't a squirrel nearby it should be followed up with, "In that tree, there, can you see him? Oh, he must have run away."

Flawless. 

About 

Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She's also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world's coolest ten year old.