Miss Fliss, now 13 yrs old and my newest teenager has a sharp wit on her. She loves a joke and nothing makes her laugh more than having a joke at her poor old mum’s expense.
We were hanging out in the lounge one recent sunny weekend afternoon, stroking the cats, drinking hot chocolate when she lulled me into a false sense of security. We were hanging like good friends. One friend had grey highlights.
I admired her latest Manga drawings. They are really very good.
We shared information about music and agreed that Of Monsters and Men sound great. We laughed at radio station The Edge’s latest radio set-up about rubbish presents.
The poor girl who was given a set of hose fittings from her Grandmother. The guy who received a pen*s enlarger from his sister!
Why would you?
Miss Fliss and I laughed, hard. Oh what fun we had.
I chipped in with how when I was young I received an Air NZ first class gift set (one of those they give away to first class passengers on the plane) second-hand from a relative – the non-travelling relative.
Miss Fliss’ face distorted with horror.
“But Mum. Don’t say that.”
“Well it wasn’t too bad, it’s a long time ago..”
“But Mum. You’re not old!”
I wrinkled my 45 year old nose that has not been remodelled by any surgeon but the hands of Father Time.
“You even know about technology and everything!”
Things have changed since the stone age.