You have this conversation with your five-year-old at the school gates in the morning:
Flea: Are we on time, or late?
Me: We’re on time. See, it’s 8.44, and school starts at 8.50. Plenty of time.
Flea: Gosh. Nice to be on time for once.
Sometimes, I feel my daughter does not worship me in quite the manner I would like.
Phew I am not the only one.
We live on the corner of the school road. You can see it from the window. The rare occasions I am home and in charge we leave at 851 – the school bell goes at 850. We even hear it whilst having breakfast in the kitchen.
My daughter: “Mummy, do you think we will always be The Late Family?”
She’s the Queen of Oneliners, that daughter of yours!
I think she’s got your number Sally PMSL.
That girl is going to go far in life no one will ever mess with her, she could squash them in one line! xx
No one can do a put down like a 5 year old.