March 24, 2011 in Uncategorized
First, let it be known that I am the world’s greatest mother. I found Layla’s missing pencil case. Under my bed. Where she said she’d looked, but that’s not the point here. The point is that I found the vital roll-ups after it had turned from a quick squizz in the schoolbag to the much larger-scale “We’ll have to turn the house upside down” operation. After it had become necessary for her to ask for help looking, but before we’d had to call in the last resort, big search-and-rescue guns i.e. my mother. So Layla was suitably grateful.
Later I see Layla using my phone. Thought she was playing games or taking pics or changing my wallpaper again as she does. Kept asking for it back. “Just a minute mom, please lemme just finish this” (x3 or 6)
Me, eventually: “Layla, I need it now!” On verge of grump.
Fine okay, she gave it back. Then an sms comes in from my mom.
It says, and I quote: “OK”. Why is she sms’ing me? Was it meant for someone else? Is it a coded SOS sent frantically while in the clutches of dastardly kidnappers watching her every move and I’m supposed to call the police? Can’t contain nosiness curiosity so phone her.
She’s not been kidnapped, phew, relief, who-me-irrationally-paranoid-wha-never! Pffft. Course not.
SMS was in reply to Layla’s which she’d used my phone to send.
And I quote again:
“Mommy found my pencilcase can you buy her something. ps this is from layla”
And there I was moaning to get my phone back from her.
Nasty mommy, nasty!