The drive to school is about 5 minutes give or take depending on traffic lights. Most mornings that time is spent telling people to stop squabbling or lecturing them about the unwisdom of making me ask 20 times for them to do something that has to be done every single morning. But every so often I find myself having one of those conversations that come out of nowhere and make me sorry the trip is so short.
Today is Grandparents Day at school and for some reason David was speculating on what it would be like if your grandparents were very young. I asked how young he thought it was possible for a grandparent to be, he guessed 20-something, and before I knew it I was discussing teen pregnancy and pointing out that it was perfectly possible for someone to become a grandparent by the time they were 30. At which point I said I’d prefer to be heading for 50 before I became a grandparent and that if they wanted to have sex they didn’t have to tell me anything but please use contraception. They all laughed, apparently I’m amusing when I talk about sex.
As they were getting out of the car I was saying “Always use a condom and Caitlin – go on the pill! Seriously guys, if you need to go to the doctors or the chemists, just tell me, I won’t ask questions! Have a good day and be good for Grandma!”
David’s farewell was “You’re funny Mum, love you!”