Terms of Endearment?
Early in the morning, my boys gallop around the house……..singing: “mega hot, mega, hot, mega hot, hot, hot” to the accompanying tune of William Tell’s overture. I take note of the new ditty with irritation. I wonder how long it's shelf life will be? On balance, it is no worse and no better than any of the other little refrains that emerge, flutter around for a few days or weeks, and then disappear without a trace.
My daughter and her sleep over pal are full of giggles and secrets as we slip towards the tween phase of development. Still in their pyjamas, they huddle in corners and give the boys their marching orders.
Frequently, I have no clue from where these phrases originate, which is probably slightly more irritating in the great scheme of things. It's an indication of my own personal failure, that I'm not able to keep track of their lives; illicit trashy cartoons, stolen moments on U tube, subversion from school. They all mount up in a growing pile of parental neglect and corruption. If I were more vigilant, I should be able to stop time, rewind and erase all the little detours. Who is responsible for contaminating my children!
It is only several hours later, that my daughter presents herself to me with a Cheshire Cat grin plastered to her face.
“You now how I'm much older now?”
“Yes, indeed you are.”
“An I'm so much more mature?”
“Well what would you think if I told you?”
“Told me what dear?”
“What she told me that he said about me?”
“She told me that this guy I used to know at my old school, well, he said I was mega hot!”
Maybe I'm worrying about the wrong two?