In the car on the way home from nannies.
“When I change schools will I be able to go to bed later?” pondered The Eldest.
“It’s a quarter past ten, if you want to go to bed later at your next school you need to start going earlier at this one”
“Oh. Yeah. But I usually . . . ”
“I LOVE MY LIFE!” exclaims The Youngest.
“Ah, that’s splendid news” says me genuinely pleased as punch.
TY – “I love my life and I love school”
TE – “I love my life but I hate school”
TY – “But we need to learn”
TE – “I’ve learnt everything. Go on, tell me something I don’t know”
ME – “The Summis Desiderantes Affectibus was written in 1484”
This is the only thing I remember from A Level History that I took aged 24.
TE – “When will I ever need to know that?”
ME – “At a pub quiz perhaps?”
TE – “No. Tell me a useful fact that I will learn at school”
I’d got nothing.
ME – “It’s not just about facts, it’s about learning to do new things and making friends and stuff”
TY – “Yeah and love is real”
TE – “What’s love?”
TY – “Erm . . . It’s kisses . . . ”
TE – “Eww”
TY – “And hugs . . . ”
TE – “Ewww!”
TY – “And giving presents”
The Youngest is just the loveliest wee soul huh?
Wrong.
When we got home she decided to run an arm wrestling competition. I didn’t win and they finally went to bed at ten past eleven.
one sock in a bath 