Most Unlikely. Summer Children.
This summer we’ve had the house full of children. Unusual really because if I were to describe myself, child-friendly would probably not be on the list. Two little blonde ones are staying here until they move nearby at the end of the month. The other visiting children are the result of a very gossipy seven-year old who’s gone on a campaign to inform every child within a 2km radius that we have a heated pool. The tiniest of all follows Mike everywhere. He’s generally nice to everyone, so that must have something to do with it. I have long debates with Ms. Why, who’s four. She absolutely refuses to accept that my brown eyes are prettier than her blue eyes. I accidentally made her cry yesterday when I screamed BOO during a particularly intense scene in Happy Feet II. The penguin was about to get eaten. I had to take her on my lap and give her two M&M’s to be forgiven. I thought that was the end of that, but she waited for the right moment and then told on me. I don’t remember much from being four. I imagine she’ll probably forget me eventually unless they continue to live nearby. It’s interesting having children around. It reminds me how much I hated being a child myself. Everyone else making decisions for you. One of my happiest moments was turning 18. I remember everyone around the table at a restaurant that day. I took a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, lit one and announced it was all over. I probably did it in a very Alexis from Dynasty (Joan Collins) sort of way. From that day onwards I was going to do things my way and I had no interest in any of their opinions, so they could kindly keep them to themselves. Actually, I laid out a few more rules. Those who chose not to comply would have their permission to participate in my life rescinded. I think it was the first time I felt power- and I loved it!