“But Mum you’re always going out!”
I raised my eyebrows and peered over the top of my glasses. “Really? Since when do I always go out?”
“Well…..” he momentarily looked stumped, “you went to the movies the other day!”
I wracked my brains; his ‘other day’ could mean last week, or it could mean two years ago. My eldest still has no actual concept of time especially when he has a point to prove.
The way he stated the fact that I ‘go out all the time’ one would think that I am a-gallivanting all over the county, flitting from one party to the next, socialising like my life depended on it. I hate to pour water on your fond imaginings but me getting out is a rare thing. It’s almost as rare as my son getting the time right.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes you did. You went to see Pirates of the Caribbean with us.”
“Oh! I went with you!”
“Yes. AND you went to Serbia!”
“Yes with us! AND you went to Yorkshire!”
“But I didn’t go out on my own did I?”
“But why would you want to be on your own?”
“So…then you’d take us?”