At the dinner table today:
The Teenager: You're looking much better now Mum, you've lost a lot of weight.
Me: Aww, thanks
The Teenager: Yeah, you're much nicer now as well 'cause you used to be really moody all the time.
Tall Daughter: Yeah, and grumpy....and always shouting.
Driving home from school with Tall Daughter.
Tall Daughter: How old do I have to be to learn to drive Mum?
Me: Well, you can take lessons when you're 17.
TD: Good, I really want to learn so that I can take you to bingo.
Me: What? Bingo? I don't go to bingo.
TD: No, but you'll be old when I learn to drive, and that's what old people do.
Talking with the Teenager about clothes.
Me: I saw a lovely dress today in TKMaxx, I'm not sure whether to go back and buy it.
Teenager: What was it like?
Me: It was black - not something you'd wear for work though, I thought it'd be nice for going out, it was that type of dress.
The Teenager: For going out? So you'd never wear it then?
Whatever happened to the good old days when children were seen but not heard? Bring back national service, that's what I say - and what was wrong with sending children up chimneys? Happy days.