I had developed a bit of a 'maybe it is, maybe it isn't' sore throat. I decided to buy a sipper pump bottle so that I could at least sooth it with frequent drinks, without too much hassle.
I put it in our fridge and in the deep, dark recesses of the night decided it would be just the trick to help me out with the mini microwave burn working away in the back of my throat. I went to the fridge and......NOT THERE. I put it there, I knew it was there and yet.....??
Alex had rowing in the morning so that evening I asked her about my sipper bottle.
"Do you know where my water bottle is?" I ask
"Yes, I have it."
"why do you have it?"
Teenage logic - " I didn't have one!"
" But it was mine" I reply
"Yes, but I didn't have one"
"I bought it for myself"
"Yes, but I didn't have one" eyework that suggest mother is a moron!
"Yes, that's fine, but I bought it for myself"
"But I didn't have one, my old one is wrecked, I didn't have a drink bottle" all this like she is talking to a half wit, almost whispered, moving up really close.
" I didn't have one" she says (if she squeezes my cheeks, I swear I will punch her)
"BUT! ITS! MINE!"
"Oh Mum!" (insert rueful chuckle) " you just have to learn to ssshhhhaaarrreee!" All said with the conviction of an Amway soaked, evangelist found, backwater hippy on prozac! "Just share" she drawls with a whisper (mostly for dramatic effect) and I have to wonder, am I being had? By someone much smarter? Have the aliens invaded my teenager?
I put it in our fridge and in the deep, dark recesses of the night decided it would be just the trick to help me out with the mini microwave burn working away in the back of my throat. I went to the fridge and......NOT THERE. I put it there, I knew it was there and yet.....??
Alex had rowing in the morning so that evening I asked her about my sipper bottle.
"Do you know where my water bottle is?" I ask
"Yes, I have it."
"why do you have it?"
Teenage logic - " I didn't have one!"
" But it was mine" I reply
"Yes, but I didn't have one"
"I bought it for myself"
"Yes, but I didn't have one" eyework that suggest mother is a moron!
"Yes, that's fine, but I bought it for myself"
"But I didn't have one, my old one is wrecked, I didn't have a drink bottle" all this like she is talking to a half wit, almost whispered, moving up really close.
" I didn't have one" she says (if she squeezes my cheeks, I swear I will punch her)
"BUT! ITS! MINE!"
"Oh Mum!" (insert rueful chuckle) " you just have to learn to ssshhhhaaarrreee!" All said with the conviction of an Amway soaked, evangelist found, backwater hippy on prozac! "Just share" she drawls with a whisper (mostly for dramatic effect) and I have to wonder, am I being had? By someone much smarter? Have the aliens invaded my teenager?
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