Well, you better be laughing, is my point of view.
This morning at the Amazing Butterflies exhibition at the Natural History Museum, a friend's daughter asked me:
"Have you got a baby in your tummy?"
I replied: "Thanks for asking J, but no, I haven't."
What I wanted to say was: "You cheeky little so and so. You're 5 years old and you think you can diss me like that? In your pedal pushers, with your cute blonde bunches? Have 2 kids, honey, and then come round here with your impertinent questions..." Can I tell you how relieved I was when her gorgeous skinny yummy mummy then said quietly to me "God, she's obsessed. She asked me that on the way here too"? (It may not have been true, but I'll take anything...)
Then, this afternoon, Boy #1, having spent the morning with 2 very girly girlfriends and their long/shoulder length haired mummies, turned to me and said:
"Mama, you have Boy hair."
And there was me thinking it was chic, attractive, sassy and stylish, not to mention being the best cut for the shape of my face. In addition it's the only way of dealing with a head of hair that, if it grows any longer than my collar, sits flat on my head like a very dead thing.
But no. It's Boy hair, apparantly.
Rejoice. For our children are getting Opinions.