Friday, 20 June 2014
The Parenting Files: "You Owe Me...."
Me: Could you put the oven on 160 please?
Miss S: Yep
Miss S: No worries. You owe me.
Ahhh the naivete of youth! I bore this child; my body still bears the evidence. I feed her. I clothe her. I house her. I educate her. I support her. I love her. No my darling, I owe you nothing. I'm pretty sure I'm all paid up and if we were to audit the who-owes-whom account you'd owe me. A lot.
A common conversation with Mr Busy that happens just after breakfast, at the end of school, on the way home from school and when I think about entering the kitchen. He's 14 and related to the rest of his paternal family. There is no hope for him.
Mr Busy: What's for dinner?
Mr Busy: What food??
Me: I dunno, but I already fed you today and the law only says I have to feed you - there's no law about how often I have to feed you. If you keep asking me about dinner I just won't cook it. Dinner is overrated you know.
The boy has the sense to take me seriously. Although I would never actually follow through on this threat there has been enough follow-through in his life for him to back off.
Living with big kids is always entertaining.