Razor blades and wrist slitting ……

I fetched the kids from school yesterday and needed to stop and grab some goodies for dinner.  We were having friends over and I had not really had a chance to give it much thought, so I was trying to pull a Nigella.  I needed to find quick and easy food that would reinforce the idea that I was a domestic goddess to my friends.  I’m not, but I strive to reinforce this belief – even if it is only in my mind.

There we were in Woolworths, kids were fighting over something and I was trying really hard to decide whether I could attempt a camembert phyllo pastry number or just throw a pasta together.

Got over to the check-out counter – picture the scene – it is 5pm, really busy stuff in the store.  Connor is being helpful and unpacking. Georgia is crying because I am not buying her a lollypop – she has resorted to saying please as pweeeezzzzz (but repeated really fast) in the vain hope that cuteness will override my no.

I realize Connor is talking to me and turn to him – and he is pointing to a razor blade display at the check- out and goes: “Mom are you going to get some of those?’

I go : “No, my boy, I’m sorted..” and I continue attending to what one attends to at Woolworths check-out counter.

Connor continues in a slightly louder voice: “Are you sure?  Because these are for your legs.”

I smile – as mom’s can only do when they realize they are being faced with a trying situation – and say: “Really Connor, I have it sorted, but thanks my boy.”

Connor then decides to explain in a louder voice – in case the guy who is packing stock in the back was not in on the conversation: “Well I think you should buy them, because the hair on your legs is all long and spiky, and it is hard and makes me sore….”

I quietly hand over my credit card and slink out the store …….

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  1. ttcnot2easy

     /  March 15, 2010

    Sorry.. but that’s too precious! From the mouths of babes, eh? 😉
    (Thanks for your comments on my blog!)

  2. Tania

     /  March 4, 2010


  3. They just really know how to press our buttons, don’t they?

    Maybe this will entertain you a bit: http://juggelingactoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/incredible-case-of-vanishing-boobies.html

  4. Helen

     /  March 3, 2010

    But it doesnt beat the little girl who loudly announced in a pick n pay queue that ‘she would tell grandma that mummy was kissing daddies willy lasts night’ if mummy didnt buy sweets for her – can you imagine.

    • reluctantmom

       /  March 4, 2010

      That is really a “earth just swallow me right now” moment!

  5. reluctantmom

     /  March 3, 2010

    That and the excuse to drink wine at 2pm!!

  6. Ah this truely is one of the greatest blessings of having children 🙂


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