Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Today, we drove past two teenaged blokes who were standing at the corner of a busy roundabout with their thumbs out, looking very bored, very cold and very going nowhere soon. 

B looked at them as we passed and let out a long, drawn out "Ooh la la la la".  A favourite expression of his where the last syllable is so long and low it is impossible to ignore it as anything other than an acknowledgement of doom and as such is usually reserved for crimes committed by his fellow maternelle-ettes.  

S leaned towards him,  "You know, they were left there by their mummy" and left a well-timed pause so that his small brother could soak up that terrible fact, before adding "She'd had enough of them arguing in the back so she stopped and put them out.  And she might never ever come back".  Long pause.  Then he switched back to his usual upbeat twitter of "Eh, maman, c'est vrai?".

Mmm.  Now, do I  agree with S and let my boys think that the ritual turfing out onto the roadside for bickering is commonplace and whereas I may only threaten to do it, other mothers ACTUALLY do it?  And to boys who are even quite big!  And look!  There's the absolute proof of it, seen with your own actual eyes.  Or do I tell them that there is such a thing called hitchhiking?