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I’m sorry, what did you say?

So I’m in the kitchen baking banana bran muffins. (I’m working on the whole ‘domestic goddess’ thing. To be fair, it needs a lot of work.)

Moodle is “helping” me bake, but first “just needs to finish” some faffing on her tablet.

We make idle conversation, until:

Moodle (to tablet): “Take that, you douchebag!”

Me (calmly*): “Excuse me?”

Moodle: [looks up from tablet] …

Me: “What did you just say?”

Moodle (light dawns, and a guilty little smile sneaks across her face): “Oh, well, there’s this dude, and he’s a real pain…”

Me: “Yes, but that word?”

Moodle: “Douchebag?”

Me: “Yes. That’s not really am appropriate word for an eleven-year-old.”

Moodle (totally unconcerned): “Oh, right.” [Totally loses interest, goes back to tablet.]

Yeah, so the “domestic goddess” thing needs more work perhaps.

* I know exactly where she’s heard it. It was me. Of course. Who else would it be?

I distinctly remember thinking I should stop shouting that at the cat when the kids were home… 



Kiwi, just returned home after 17 years in the UK. Feminist, wife, mother to 2 daughters. Strongly opinionated and very vocal. I'm wicked through and through.

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