scarred or just scared?
Yesterday was a special mum and daughter day for me and The Girl.
We had afternoon tea (to be blogged later) and then went to the British Museum to kill a couple of hours before going to see a show and then out for dinner. not a cheap day out, but we don’t do it that often
As we were walking through the Enlightenment Gallery in the British Museum, she looked at one of the statues and then turned away quickly with a quiet “Ewwwww!!”
Me: what? Is it cos you can see his willy?
Me: Is it then?
TG: yes, it’s gross!
Me: yeah, they are pretty much.
TG: Do you know what I saw that was REALLY gross?
Me (worried): erm, no – what?
TG: Well, when we were learning about reproduction, we watched this video and we saw one growing!! honest mum, it scarred me for life!
Me: Scarred for life aye? *laughing my head off – quietly of course, this was a museum after all*
TG: Mum it’s not funny. It was scary.
Me: Yes. You’re right babe, they’re very scary.
She’s right of course – they’re gross and scary, and she should keep away from them til she’s at least 25!