Yes someone in the house is sorry, again and this time it's not me, or Max. No, this time it is Miss. D.
You need to understand that after school, I don't really see my girls much until dinner time. Before that they are usually hidden in their rooms, well Miss. D is, doing homework, studying, listening to music and all the other things that teenage (and tween) girls do.
It's quite nice really, I get to have a cuppa whilst watching a Town Called Eureka (I've been watching it for a few weeks now, still no real idea what's going on, but I like it anyway) then I set about getting dinner ready.
I'm on a bit of a mission at the moment to use as much of the freezer contents up as possible before doing another big shop, because I want to make room for Christmas food (we are after all, in November). So, last night was burgers and the remaining fries (two open packs - how?). I hasten to add, we don't normally eat like this, and if we do it's normally a weekend, but needs must and all of that and let's face it when it's cold a bit of comfort food can go a long way to make you feel a bit cosier.
The girls came down pretty much straight away when called (a bonus, as sometimes it takes them ages) and we all sat down for dinner. For a change everyone was happy, which given that it was a Monday, was a nice surprise. There was lots of chat and laughter and we were having a lovely time when Miss. D announced that she was taking up a new sport. Myself and Miss. L were quite interested to hear what this might be. Miss. D is a real home body and doesn't do extra curricular activities (or clubs), so I was getting quite excited at the prospect of her doing something active.
So what is this new sport, you may ask? Well, this is where it all goes a little downhill. Her new sport is sitting on her bottom doing nothing and eating; I'm pretty sure this is not classed as a sport, I've certainly never seen it at the Olympic games and with good reason. Miss. L was quick to point out that this was not a good thing to do because she would get fat and get diabetes (I was impressed by her knowledge of health risks related to food intake vs. physical activity). Now, this is where we pass a shovel to Miss. D...
...because she is about to dig herself into a very big hole...
Her response to her sister is that she has a high metabolism and she will never put weight on (clearly the risk of type 2 diabetes is lost on her - note to self, must educate her more on this). Anyway, I point out that I used to be the same when I was younger. Now, what she should have said, was, 'but Mum you're still thin.' Pass the shovel because what she actually said was, 'but you're old!' Both Miss. L and I have realised what she has just said, but she has not. So we explain it, twice and finally the penny drops that she has just called me old and fat. Charming! I know that I am the 'wrong' side of 40, and I'm not a size 6 anymore, but really! Anyway, once it's explained to her she's very apologetic and so we carry on.
However, it's not long before that shovel makes another appearance as she inadvertently calls me stupid...honestly I can't remember how this one came about, it was off the back of a conversation about the film Coraline and probably something to do with her finding it stupid and boring. I on the other hand love it, although it is a very odd film.
In short, pretty much everything that came out her mouth was an absolute faux pas, which to be honest, I found highly amusing, because it's usually me saying, 'Oh, I am so sorry, that's really not what I meant to say!' Fortunately, it wasn't said intentionally and we all have good sense of humour. Unfortunately, my daughter seems to have inherited my knack of saying the wrong thing. Oh well, as they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree ;-)
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