I can't seem to say or do the right thing....

Pass Remarkable.

That is what my dad used to call me.

And I got it from my mum.

Sit me and my mum in a coffee shop at the window, and we can discuss everything that passes the window.

This tendency passed on to Boy. When he was three, as we walked along the street, he pointed to a little old lady with dyed red hair and squealed "WOW RED HAIR". I won't mention the time in the mall cafe when he disected the woman at the table behind us.

Tooli however, has become my conscience. She is the voice which sits on my shoulder and nips me in the ear, or the arse, whichever is closer when I say anything.

Tonight I have gotten into trouble for deciding who was going to honestly get married in "The Proposal", for the state of the kids in "Sun, Sea, Sex and Parent", and for generally any person who decided to walk in front of my face on the TV tonight.

Then to my great delight, as I got up to go and do something less boring instead. From the mouths of babes..... came a BIG Pass-remark. And I turned to her and she said....

"If it is around me, then of course, i'm going to start doing it".

Bout time too babe.... now we can have MORE fun!