Saturday, 11 July 2009
Parenting fail #3589446
A postscript to the last post.
The tram museum, with wearying inevitability, turns out to be shut and the children arrive back far earlier than expected as I am finalising my biscuits. They whirl in, like heat seeking missiles and cram them into their mouths before I have time to subtly scrape the text off the centre, or otherwise conceal my activities.
"Mômaaan? Pourquoi il y a écrit fook sur ce biscuit?"
"Et pourquoi coont sur celui ci?"
"Ca veut dire quoi bow locks?" (*)
"Er. I was just testing all the letters in Fingers' kit to check they worked. Those are not actual words. They are just groups of letters. Now, um, eat up. Quickly".
(*Why does it say fook on this biscuit? And why coont on this one? What does bow locks mean? Thankfully their heavy Franco-belge accents mean that the words on the biscuits were not instantly recogniseable as the things they hear me saying whilst trying to park, or cleaning weepette vomit off the rug)