Number 2 & 3 are very honest with me, sometimes too much so and to the extent that I have to remind them that I’m actually their Mum. Sometimes I prefer not to know and keep my rose tinted glasses in which I view them firmly fixed.
Here is an example why!…
Number 3 looked suspicious.
‘What’s up?’ I said.
He smiled, he seemed a little too happy.
‘Why are you smiling?’ I said, ‘What have you done?’
He laughed. ‘Nothing,’ he said, ‘just me and the boys are planning something.’
Oh God! I think to myself. I raise my eyebrows at him.
‘We’re going to take the school Christmas tree.’ He said.
‘Take the tree?! What do you mean,’ I said.
Fear started building in my stomach.
‘We’ve decided to take the tree.’
‘Why would you do that?’ I said. ‘You can’t steal the school Christmas tree!’
‘It’s not stealing. Get a life mum, it’s only a prank!’
‘If it’s not yours and you take it then that’s stealing.’ I said.
‘It’s a prank, we’ll put it back afterwards.’ He said.
‘How about if you don’t take it in the first place then you won’t have to bother taking it back and save yourself the energy!’
‘It’s our last Christmas at school. We’re going to take the tree.’
I’m stunned into a moment’s silence.
‘And we’re going to bring it back here to our house!’ He said.
‘No you’re not.’
‘Yes we are.’
‘No you’re not.’
‘We actually are.’
‘No, do not steal that tree. We have our own tree, I don’t want another one!’
Visions of a dozen 16 year olds dashing along the street as they make their way to our house covered in tinsel and fairy lights carrying a 10ft potted tree sprang uncomfortably to mind!
My stomach turns and I feel slightly nauseous.
‘Don’t even think about it.’
‘Lol mum it’ll be fun.’
‘That’s not fun think of something else!’
As yet no tree has arrived, I have 2 more sleepless nights to go before school breaks up for the holidays and I can breathe easy again.
Roll on Friday.