It’s joyous hearing your lovely child come home with a half-remembered, half-correct, passed-down-by-many anecdote from the playground.
This week I was told a particularly amusing one during our Friday morning stroll through the park to breakfast club.
It went something like this (excuse the paraphrasing).
Toby: “When Carey was in Australia [Carey is the current best friend number one and used to live in Australia] he had a friend, and that friend had a brother. [So far, so very mundane].”
Me: “Uh-huh [still listening – just]
Toby: “Their mum [the friend and the brother’s not Carey’s] went to China and you’re only allowed one baby in China so she got arrested for 10 years.”
Me: “Wow. Did they live in China?”
Toby: “No they just went there for a holiday.”
Me: “I’m not sure the one-baby rule applies to people just visiting.”
Toby:” [becoming indignant] It is true. Carey told me. They got arrested for 10 years.”
And if Carey told him who am I to argue but I hope for the sake of this family this was nothing more than a case of Chinese whispers!