Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Our House Exam Time Again

My daughter just called me having come out of the first, second year law exam.

Me: "How was it?".
Daughter: "A man just stopped me and asked me if he could photograph
my feet".
Me: "What?"
Daughter: "A man just stopped me - what a freak!".
Me: "Well that's a new pick-up line. How was it?"
Daughter: "No Mummy he was serious. He then wants to sculpt them.
Freaky, very freaky".
Me: "Could have a foot fetish". HOW was it?"
Daughter: "Freaky".
Me: "The exam?"
Daughter: "No the man".
Me: "So how was the exam".
Daughter: "Don't want to talk about it. What a freak
Daughter: "I told you I don't want to talk about it".
Me: "Well I want to know how it went"
Daughter: "I just told you......."
Me: "Was it doable?" Totally exasperated!
Daughter: "Yes it was doable but I don't want to talk............"
Me: "Young lady.............."
Daughter: "Have to concentrate on the ones coming up not the one I just did".
Me: "You could just tell me......."
Daughter: "I don't want to talk about it. Have to go. See you later. Love you".

Don't you just hate it when that happens


  1. My sister never wants to talk about anything I feel is important in her life. Course when I was in college I learned not to share a lot of things with my parents.

    And the question arose then and rises again: At what point of sectioning off your life do you no longer have a meaningful connection to the person you have excluded?

    Course I would never have told my mum about someone wanting to photograph my feet.

  2. it kinda sounds like:

    yeah ... but no ... but yeah ... but no ... but yeah.

    when she's ready she'll talk ... or not, lol

  3. And three months later the results are out - passed! So much for not wanting to talk about it!!!


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