“Nooooo,” she bellowed.
Now I was there for most of my childhood and I have to say I can’t remember EVER yelling at my folks when they asked me to do something. I can remember wailing fairly loudly after I didn’t do what they asked, but that’s a bit different.
“Is this how you act when the teacher tells you to pack things up?” I asked.
“No, the teacher has a bell,” she wailed. Tracey quickly explained they have a bell they ring when it’s time to pack things up.
“Right,” I said, and ducked into our bedroom.
It just so happened I had a bell in my bedside table. It was my booby prize in a Secret Santa. That the bell says ‘ring for sex’ didn’t even cross my mind. I mean the thing is broken – I’ve been ringing it for over a year and nothing.
Thirty seconds later I was back in the kitchen. I gave my bell a ring. Let’s face it, I was being a bit facetious. I didn’t expect it to work.
“Okay,” said Miss5 sweetly, and started packing everything up. I’ve got to talk to her prep teacher and see if she’s got anything for cleaning the bathroom. Maybe a whistle or something.
I didn’t give the whole thing another thought until Monday morning.
Racing around getting ready for work, I suddenly heard the bell, which I thought was odd because I’d left it on the fridge. I looked over. It wasn’t there. At some point on Sunday night Miss8 had grabbed it off the fridge and was ringing the thing in her bedroom and giggling along with Master7. They both thought it was hilarious because it had the word sex on it, even though I tried to explain it was SIX in New Zealand – this argument might have worked a whole lot better if they’d ever actually heard someone from New Zealand count.
Ah well. No harm in it, I thought. Until Miss8 rang the bell again and Master7 joined in the fun and yelled out, “Come on boys, don’t be shy!”
I’m just glad I know the silly thing’s broken 😉
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