I’d heard that having children would be the ultimate payback for whatever kind of kid you were.
I assumed that wouldn’t start happening until the teenage years.
Apparently I used to love embarrassing my mum when I was little
And the cycle continues…
While putting shoes on my 3 year old at the gym for t-ball class (in front of at least 10 people)
Mummy, are my feet stinky?
No honey they’re fine.
Watch out down there mummy I might pop-pop on your head
Oh yeah a big stinky pop-pop right in your face
Then you could do one too
Then I could do one, and you do one. Then me, then you, then me, then you…
O.K. that’s enough now
A competition mummy. Let’s have a POP-POP COMPETITION!!
Now everyone’s staring. And I think they’ve actually embarrassed her into silence (thank you)
You know what. I don’t want to have a competition.
Good. Off you go to t-ball.
(while mummy explains to the other parents that you were dropped on your head as a baby)
Pop- pop competitions are no fun with you mummy. I never win.
Yours are always the stinkiest!
“We’ve only just begun…”