O' The Mouth of Babes....

Forgive me for being out of touch but I have had a few hiccups on The Git front. Suffice to say, I don't feel like talking about it!

I had a lovely lunch on Monday with an Hotel owner from Newquay. We were right on the cliffs in a lovely restaurant, overlooking the bay. Drinks beside an open fire, good company and a fun, flirty lunch followed, with fine food and lots of smiles. I will definitely see him again.

I picked The Git up from school, along with his two little mates, Dan and Ryan.

"You look nice mum" said The Git, "Where have you been"

"I've been to Newquay for a lunch date", I replied.

The Git turned to his mates in the back and explained, with some authority, that his mother goes on dates with men she 'collects' on the Internet. I narrowly avoided running down a lollipop lady at that point.

"Actually darling, I had lunch with a very nice man, who lives in Newquay but I don't 'collect' people, that is just wrong" I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

Voice from the back pipes up....

"Did you snog him", said Dan

"Erm, yes I gave him a kiss" (Now trying to keep car in straight line).

"No, did you snog him mum?", said The Git.

"Did you do tongues?" said Ryan.

Deep breath. "There is nothing wrong with a kiss." I sniffed, frostily.

"Ah yes", said Ryan, "We did sex education last week".

Foot on brake, I pulled over. Gathered my thoughts and tried to call their bluff.

"Oh yes" I said, imperiously, "so what follows kissing?"

"FOREPLAY" they all shouted delightedly.

Beetroot red, I pulled away and changed the subject.

Moral of story, NEVER tangle with three 11 year old boys.....