Mum, How Can You Be So Silly?

Written by Lisa on Friday 7 July 2006

I love the way Rachel talks down to me. The way she assumes that she knows everything and tries to explain her theories to me in her most patronising voice. Though it doesn't bode well for her teenage years!

Yesterday while the kids and I were staying at my mums caravan, I took all three for a walk to the nearby town of Cushendall. On the way I stopped to point out Lurig mountain and told the children how their dad wanted us all to climb to the top for a picnic one day.

Rachel then informed me that it wasn't in fact a mountain, but a volcano. I began to talk to her some more about volcanoes, trying to pass on some of my very limited knowledge on the subject. She paused, looked up and said "did you know that balls come out of a volcano?" I replied "why would balls come out of a volcano?" she gave me a look of dismay and in her most patronising tones replied "ballcanoe mum, ballcanoe". I could have died laughing, and of course she still refuses to accept my pronunciation of the word, her teacher told her it was a ballcanoe and thats that!