The golden technique here is to invite my sister. Because I am nearly 64 the girls think I have only ever been boring. My sister is six years younger than me but 'shadowed' a lot of my youth and then married somebody who had been from my crowd pre-uni. They listen to stories utterly gob-smacked. For roughly two minutes I hold hero status, then they tell me how boring I am now...
I was curious about whether I would ever tell my kids about my nights out at Ministry or partying in Ibiza - nevermind Darren's falling asleep on a train so drunk he had no idea where he was so he slept on a bench at Salisbury Train Station...or his Greek Lads holidays. No I don't need to worry about all that...according to THE RULES...we don't share! Yippee - consider all that well buried under the terracuite (we don't have carpet)
ha Val - yes I made the mistake of cutting the girls hair - it wasn't straight so I cut a bit more, then a bit more...they both now have bobs. Jasmine cried "where are all my pretty curls" I felt so guilty I said " oh it's nice for you to have short hair like Izzy" I'm now letting it grow and the next time it needs cutting I'll shell out the £15 and take her to a proper hairdressers.
Bug*er, I do all the things Suz and Val say not to do. Kissing in front of school is blatant on my part. Both of my girls say 'loser' a lot. My response is usually: see who loses when you want something, especially dosh!!!!