Somebody else’s child 😜

You know how Mothers are supposed to recognise the cry or call of their offspring  – even if they are blindfolded?  Well,for some reason this skill never functioned for me 😄

Unless my child was screetching in my face or pulling at my boobs I never recognised their cries.  Quite happily I would sit in the dreaded “Mom and Tot” groups thinking “Wish someone would pick that screaming child up” only to realised it was my screaming child! 😜

Well it would appear this skill is still redundant in me! 😄

It was teatime and I was stood with my back to the kitchen door cooking tea – yes I know, I know – unbelievable I know but I do visit the kitchen to cook every now and again 😜

I heard a little voice behind me which said “I’m just going …….”

Without missing a beat or turning around I interrupted with “You’re NOT going anywhere!  Dinner is nearly ready, you have homework to do, now go back upstairs and finish it!” 😳

A little voice nervously said “But I have to go home now Lisa, my Mom is expecting me!” 😳

It wasn’t my child – it was somebody else’s child.  Somebody else’s very frightened child – who clearly thought I was holding her hostage! 😄

 

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