Daughter: Can u wash Mr Bear ?
Me : What ?
Daughter : He’s covered in tuna and pasta..smells disgusting
Me : Mr Bear ?
Daughter : Yes, Mr Bear….you know the one I’ve had since I was 5..I woke up in the middle of the night to find him face down in a pool of pasta and tuna. It was very traumatic for me mum.
Me: Well maybe you should stop eating in your room or at the very least ….wash your dishes.
Daughter looks at me as though I am speaking a strange mix of Klingon & Patois embellished with a little cockney slang..
Daughter : Can you wash him please?
Me : Yes if you bring it down within the next 5 minutes.
Daughter looks a little wounded.
Daughter: Do you know how offensive you’re being right now?
Me : What have I said ?
Daughter : You called him….it
Me : Don’t be so silly…go and get the bear
Daughter: The bear?
Me : Yes.
Daughter: The bear ?
Me : For the love of.. yes, the bear..
Daughter : You mean Mr Bear…go and get Mr Bear
Me : Yes the teddy bear. Bring it down please
Daughter : Are you deliberately trying to hurt me mum?
Me: I am finding this conversation very, very, very disturbing…
Daughter : Mr Bear is one of us. Never forget that mum. Never.
Adeola is making me smile early in the morning, in this social depravation that is inner London education is well worth reading it! …though I am sure you may not feel the same… hihihihi!!
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grazie er pasquino xx..she really is a ray of sunshine…have no idea where her quick wit comes from…. don’t have a sarcastic bone in my body !!
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