ice cream sundae

Last school night of the half term and I had to do the commute from work with the children in tow. They were incredibly patient with being carted around all over the place. It could never last the whole journey....

As we settled into a seat on the crowded train, Zeke loudly asked “why is the old man sleeping?” and then “does that man have boobies?”

As if I wasn’t mortified enough at this point he rounded things off by shouting “your look like a willy”. That last one was directed at me. I had to look stern and request that he never say that again.... in the very full and completely silent train carriage. So then he repeated the three questions a few times while I struggled to silence him. An elderly lady looked like she was going to die if she had to stifle her giggles for much longer. My face shone red like a tomato. Zeke looked delighted with the power he wielded over me.

The cupboards were bare so we had a pizza express tea - it took me a long time to calm down enough to eat. I shall be mortified for a fair while.