I love my family, I really do – I love the way that even when we’re watching a serious documentary, it all turns into serious discussion about absolute shite.
For example, the occurence of the following conversation just now:
Me: They called the smog in London ‘a right pea-souper’ because it was yellow and like breathing liquid
The Girl: Ewww, that’s gross. I wouldn’t have wanted to do that, it would kill you.
Me: The average life expectancy for men was 29 years old (I’m not always that accurate, the programme had just said!)
G: That’s REALLY young.
The Man: You’d only have 19 years left though – and without us to feed you. You’d have to go and sweep chimneys.
G: At least I’m skinny enough to get up there.
TV: “in the 1800s, 57% of children born in London died before the age of 5”
G: Oh my gosh!!! (yes, she really does say that) that means over HALF my class would have died! But then most of them weren’t born in London so does that count? I don’t want to die!
Me: You’re not living in the 1800s, you’re not going to die.
G: I’m never going to die?
Man: Everyone dies. except me, I’m immortal. (His usual argument)
G: When are you going to give that up? You’re NOT immortal. You’re going to die the same as everyone else!
Man: How do you know? Have I died yet?
G: No, not yet, but you’re still young.
Man: Thank you
G: Well, ish.
And now we’re introducing her to Little Shop Of Horrors 🙂