No OFFENCE intended:To all the great mums
I was out walking with my three year old son. He picked up something off the ground and started to put it in his mouth. I took the item away from him and I asked him not to do that.
“Why?” my son asked.
“Because it’s been on the ground and you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs,” I replied.
At this point, my son looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Mummy, how do you know all this stuff? You are so smart.”
I was thinking quickly. “All mums know this stuff. It’s on the Mummy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mummy.”
We walked along in silence for two or three minutes, but he was evidently pondering this new information. “OH... I get it!” he beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the daddy.”
“Exactly,” I replied back with a big smile on my face.