So there I am, congratulating myself because my two offspring are finally (finally) enjoying each other’s company. They’re pretending to be other people, shrieking and giggling and having a ball. Then Miss Four says, “Hi, I’m Mummy and I have a very big bottom.”
In the gales of laughter that follow I suddenly realise – it doesn’t matter a damn how much slimmer you think you are than last week/month/year, your kids think you’re enormous regardless!
We had some friends around for a friendly (read “hellish competitive”) game of cards in the weekend, and I learned how to play Presidents and Assholes. (I have no idea how I missed learning it until now. I must have been very, very busy . . . writing, of course . . . )
Now, as soon as you hear the name you know it’s gonna be a goodie. And boy, is it a goodie! (Mostly because I became the President in the very first round! And managed to retain that lofty position for so many rounds the rest of the table started muttering about beginner’s luck gone mad.)