Whoever Heard of a Fake Kid?

When I was a child & my mother felt my Behaviour in Public was getting a little tiresome, she would say to me loudly in front of Whoever, 'Oh for God's sake, Stop Showing Off!'

It was absolutely the worst thing she could have said about me at the time. I always felt completely explosed & a fraud & a needy idiot.

How's that? A Fraudulent Six Year Old. An Inauthentic Pre-Schooler. A Fake Kid.

 But looking back from the Vantage Point of Age, I can think of many many worse things she could have said. 

'Did you know that my daughter picks her nose & eats it?' is one worse thing.

Fortunately, My Mother never went that far.

My how things change! Nowadays, I'm Loud & Proud About my Showoffiness. Look at the cheesy photo taken today at my desk. I'm showing off my completely Thrifted outfit as well as a desk that has had the entire contents of my bulging pencil case DUMPED on it. Note that I used the word 'dumped' in reference to an inanimate object NOT in reference to myself. 

Maybe I'm Movin' On.

Oh, talking of Mothers & Daughters, my Maisy has written another wonderful food blog post called 'Cheese,' where she discovers the difference between a fake & a real smile in the process of posing next to her Foolproof Quiche. It's a Real Corker! You'd be made to miss it.