It’s not even lunch time and I’m already done with today.
If there’s one thing that kids love to do, it’s ask questions.
This has been a particularly popular past time for my children since the schools closed and I feel like today may have been one question too far.
The question that broke the camel’s back so to speak because I truly feel like checking out of mum duty.
This morning, before I had even had my first cup of tea, my seven-year-old who recently lost a tooth asked me a hum dinger.
How does the tooth fairy get in the house if we’re on lock down?
This was followed up by more questions about if the tooth fairy comes in will the police come around to arrest her. Will they arrest us? Why is the tooth fairy allowed in by grandad isn’t?
I’m not going to lie, my brain ever so slightly seized up.
I was at a loss for words, he broke me.
You’ve won, you’ve beaten me I have no answer.
I really thought ‘why don’t colours smell?’ would be the question that did me in, but no, it’s this.
This is not the first morning that I’ve been met with a pop quiz before breakfast and I am 100 per cent ready for the schools to be open again.
One thing is for certain when they do I will be buying my child’s teacher the biggest present ever because I have no doubt that he has been asking her questions like this since last September.
I already appreciated the work that teachers do but never more so than after trying to fill their shoes for the last month.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go tell my child that police let the tooth fairy off with a warning.
