Thursday, January 04, 2007
today was the first day back at school for my boy. yesterday was the start of term but apparently the school had an insect day. this seems to be when the insects go to school instead of the children. not altogether sure why but there you are, that's the national curriculum for you. herself is off work with a hacking cough and a sore throat, which has appreciably reduced her volume. so she was there to welcome my boy when he got home.
"how was your day?" she enquired. "very good", said my boy, "we had to do a story about our christmas." "and what was your story about?" she asked. "well, mine was called 'my christmas' and had the subtitle 'fun with my psychotic family'."
"i see," said herself, starting to sound a bit worried, "so how did it go?" "well, i told them about how the smoke alarm went off and how daddy was flapping at it with a towel and f-ing and blinding and how you were saying why couldn't we just have christmas like a normal family without you ending up crying like every other day." leaving aside the fact that the peeps went round the corner for christmas lunch (so there were no conflagrations on christmas day itself) this was a fairly accurate account of proceedings over the festive season.
"so what did they say?" asked herself, nervously. the peeps are great ones for pretending to be sensible to the teachers, regardless of evidence to the contrary. "oh," said my boy, "they just said, owen, that's what everyone's christmas is like!"
well, that's ok then. so long as it isn't just us...