When a conversation starts,
“Mummy, will I have a moustache one day like you.”
You accept it is going to be a bad day.
When that comment comes from your perfectly smooth chinned seven year old son, you accept the day can probably get worse.
You try and leave the bathroom to avoid the barrage of questions you know are bubbling under his chin, rising dangerously in his throat, ready to erupt all over you and the tub.
But he is a clever little sod and has positioned his small but mighty bulk between the bath and the door frame, leaving you pinned, helpless, between the sink and the toilet.
“Why don’t you shave like Daddy? Do ladies shave?”
Humiliation washes over you as you risk a glance in the mirror to see if you grew a full face of hair overnight. Then you remember that is only 6.55am and you have yet to put in contact lenses. Teen wolf could be staring back through the mirror and you wouldn’t be able to tell.
For once you are thankful for your lack of sight.
“Does Daddy get mad if you use his razor? Is that what he meant that time when he said you made it blunt?”
Desperate to save yourself from this excruciating conversation and keen to defend yourself at same time, you blurt out..
“I didn’t use his razor on my chin, it was my legs…”
“Blimey,” comes the retort, “don’t tell me I am going to get hairy legs like you as well, the hamster has less fur.”
I have full acceptance that this is going to be a bad day.
Priceless, I’d love to say I’ve no idea what you are talking about but that would be a big fat lie!
Poor boy has no idea. No idea what is in store for him in his marital home…
Oh no, I am dreading these sorts of conversations I have to come with my little ones!
God love them!
My eldest daughter asked “what were those lines on my forehead” …… one day she will know that a few are definitely attributed to her! 🙂
Hope your day did get better?
Oh my! What a conversation to have indeed!!! Hope the day got better!!!
*stifles giggles* Kitty asked if I was skipping dessert at a restaurant was ‘Because your bottom doesn’t get any bigger?’
I stole the flake from her icecream with rage 😉
Twin Boy should have seen my armpits recently. He’d have been horrified.
I hope your day was like the song – things can only get better.
Kids are soooo clever. This reminds of the day when my eldest asked me: “Mummy why are you so different?” – referring to my big belly…but that probably in another post.
O honey, we have all been there – I looked in the mirror on my break-up weekend to Paris (long story) and saw the start of a moustache starring back at me. Great I thought not only have I just been dumped after moving in with the man of my dreams 10 months ago (after dating for 3 years) but I am now growing a moustache (turns out it’s quite a short story!!)
well at least you take nice photos, even if you have hamster legs.
Oh bloody hell! How mortifying…. ‘Does daddy get mad if you use his razor?’ LOL. X