Ooops!

I accidently brought the wrong children home from school today.  I didn't realise at first, they look very much like my girls, but clearly they are not.

My suspicions were first aroused on the way home when the eldest of the two announced that she had been chosen, along with a select few, to sing to the old biddies at a local day care centre next week.  Now, my eldest is a wonderful child and has many, many talents, but singing is definately not one of them. 

Then the youngest of the two announced that she hed received two stickers at school today, one for doing good tidying-up outside and the other for doing good tidying-up inside.  Again, my youngest is a wonderful child who has many, many talents, but she is completely incapable of tidying-up.

The evidence is too strong.  They cannot possibly be my children.  However, I have decided to keep them for the weekend, they are lovely girls and besides, it will make a nice change to have a tidy house and to listen to a pleasant voice accompanying Taylor Swift stuck on the repeat button.

Talking of the repeat button, we put the decorations up last weekend and I duly played the old Christmas CD, even though we've all been listening to the same songs for sometime now, on the TV and in the shops.  After a while my (real) eldest said to me 'Now I understand why you tell me not keep songs on repeat Mummy'.

Oh, and the eldest (aged 8) came home from school last week and informed me that I would be 'going to Hell'.  Charming.  Been in a British school merely five weeks and this is the stuff she comes out with.  Turns out she has been getting some religous education at school (never had any in France and me being a heathen non-believer (is that right?  Or should it just be heathen?  Or just non-believer?  Well, you get my drift) she didn't really get any at home either).  Anyway, she informed me that she has found out that as I am indeed a heathen non-believer I will be going to Hell.  Cue 'friendly mother-daughter chat'.