‘Sorry?’ I looked up, in the midst of retrieving my bank cards from the toaster, where youngest son had strategically stashed them. ‘What did you say?’
‘Boarding school,’ said DH, who was sitting at the breakfast table reading the paper. Without even looking up, he automatically stuck out an arm to prevent oldest son from whacking youngest son with Buzz Lightyear for no particular reason. ‘You know, when they get to 11 or something.’
‘Oh.’ And then, ‘Oh!’
What a fantastic idea.
Now don’t get me wrong. We’re not uncaring parents who spend as little time with our unruly children as possible. Well, we try not to be, anyway. But just lately, what with almost a month off school for the Christmas hols, we’ve had a belly-full of it. And fantasizing about an alternative lifestyle where you have children, but they’re not actually around to…
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