Trapped in the car with a screaming toddler and her two mortified, and also screaming, sisters was not pretty, particularly when Twiggy and I both started screaming too. It was a screamfest, I tell you. But it was the never-ending questions that really got to me.
Our latest road trip was no exception. There were many questions. After five days, we just started making shit up just to keep them quiet. It came to a head when we were explaining to the children why the Blue Lake at Mount Gambier was lurid blue.
Miss 2.5 couldn't care less, she was too busy trying to free her arms from the seatbelt. Miss 5 wanted to know if it was before or after the dinosaurs. We said it was before (whenever that was). Satisfied, she then asked for something to eat. And Miss 5, after listening intently, loudly proclaimed: "But dinosaurs aren't real". And there you have it folks - our job as educators of our children is done.
All I can hope is that they don't tell their teachers that babies come out of their Mum's boobs, because that was a very strange conversation indeed and should never be repeated.
Do you make up stories to your kids?