My Son Thinks I'm 24 and other Delusions of Childhood

I was reading Mommy Has A Headache's post about 5 things she wouldn't want her children to find out about her, they mainly consisted of her being fired from catering jobs, should you be considering hiring her to man your burger van this summer. The post got me thinking about the things that I wouldn't want my boy to find out about me. Well, suffice to say there were a lot more than 5, and if I don't want my offspring to know these things about me then I certainly don't want to taint the obviously squeaky clean image that I've built up for myself by sharing these things with you, dear reader.  I mean, do you really need to know that I was caught shoplifting a can of hairspray from Superdrug aged 14?  Whoops, did that just slip out? Anyway, I figure my boy is already wonderfully delusional and long may he continue to be so.



Amongst the usual childhood beliefs my boy also believes that:

I am 24.  He refuses point blank to believe his father when he protests at this and tells him my real age.

That I am pretty and beautiful and very clever.

That t'husband can fix anything.  Despite the fact that the mere sight of his toolbox has me looking up divorce lawyers in the Yellow Pages my son thinks that his Daddy has managed, without possessing a modicum of engineering expertise, to mend a lift, an aeroplane and a bus to name but a few.  Oddly enough t'husband has done nothing to dispel these beliefs.

"Daddy can fix it!"

That "Mummy is good at cleaning", I'm undecided as whether to be offended or delighted at this woefully inaccurate description of me.

That it's always his Daddy that eats all of his chocolate/biscuits/cakes etc.   Funnily enough his Dad thinks that Joseph has an insatiable appetite for chocolate/biscuits/cakes etc...  *whistles*

God forbid if he ever found out those truths let alone anything more serious...



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