​Another typical car journey from school…
Herself: “Mammy, did you fart?”
Indignation! 😲
Me: “No I did NOT!”

Herself: “Well it smells like fart.”

Me: “Well it wasn’t me. Anyway, you know Mammy only farts glitter.”

Her: “Oh, are you like a unicorn?”🦄🦄🦄

Me: “A unicorn?”

Her: “Yeah a UNICORN. You know how they fart glitter too Mammy? So you’re like a unicorn.”

Me: ” Yes. Mammy IS like a unicorn.”🦄

Mammy is quite liking the idea of being compared to a FABLIS, majestic, mysterious and beautifully elusive mythical being.

Mammy drifts off on a tangent of thought in which my first book is entitled “MOTHERHOOD: TALES OF GLITTER FARTING UNICORNS”… and on the cover, I am styled in a multicoloured unicornesque dress, clattered in glitter and looking all unicorny and wistful and magical.
Her: “So if you’re like a unicorn, does you burp rainbows too?”

(I’m enjoying this now.)