
As the parent of teenagers, there are certain opening sentences that strike fear into the bottom of my bottom. One of these, used by both de brevren on a regular basis is ‘Mum… you know you love me, right?’ to which I have to dutifully reply ‘yeeeees’? and wait, cringing slightly, for the bombshell that follows.
The answer can be a miriad of different horrors… a recent selection include:
‘Well, that’s good because I got an F in my Maths mock’
Shiiiiiit.
‘Well, that’s good because I think I lost that tenner you gave me. What? I put it in my sock for safe keeping…’
‘Well that’s good because I want you to take me to that big skate park in London on Saturday…’
Yup. That sort of thing.
Very occasionally they keep me on my toes with:
‘Good. ‘Cos I love you too’
And then I have to look all non-cringey and pretend I wasn’t expecting something really bad.
Ah yes. I get “Mummy, you know that I’m your favourite daughter?” or “Mum, would you like a cup of tea” quickly followed by them asking for something.
Oh I am so there too!