The reason is simple.........................I cannot pronounce any of the names of places or people without making her laugh. I have really tried hard to say them seriously but somehow it all comes out wrong and she ends up dissolving into a messy laughing heap on the floor.
It all sounds OK in my head but when it comes out I sound like a bad Russian impressionist, I try not to look her in the eyes but that just makes her laugh even more....................................For this reason alone Mr DG has stepped in.....................Although I now need to leave the room as he makes me laugh.....................
Poor, poor girl.....................................At least she knows what she's doing. I haven't the foggiest what she is talking about which makes me feel totally thick and quite ignorant. Watching her study so hard makes me swell with pride at how dedicated she is to all her school work and future.
Thank goodness she doesn't take after me who had no aspirations at all at her age and ended up working in a bank just because all of my friends did. I remember someone once asking me why I had chosen to work in a bank.............Was it the good mortgage rates could get when you were older?.................Was it the secure future?..................Or, was it that you could climb the career ladder of success and eventually become a Bank Manager........................Nope......................................It was none of these........................My answer was simple.......................................................I couldn't wait to get the family of Piggy Money Boxes that came with the job.................................................
So you see........................................................Its lucky that she got her fathers brain really isn't it.
Good Luck Teenager
Love You
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It's hard when your kids are smarter AND more responsible lol - but I know that feeling of pride x
ReplyDeleteIt really is, what happened to the good old days, xx
Deletehhahahah I always wanted to join that bank for the pigs but we ended up with the halifax and we got was bloody plastic house money box
ReplyDeleteOh no...........I am so gutted that I don't have them any more. xx
DeleteBest of luck to the teenager! I studied a little Russian history, so can well imagine your pronunciations! x
ReplyDeleteMany thanks my lovely
DeleteRussian history, or a family of Piggies? I know which one I'd rather work for ;)
ReplyDeleteExactly, I knew you would understand xxxx
DeleteDid you collect the set? did you get a discount rate because I remember as a kid you'd have to have like a million pound in the bank to get the daddy ....... (I'm prone to exaggerate obviously).
ReplyDeleteI had the whole lot. It was a perk of the job to get them after you had been there a certain amount of time. I can't believe I lost them all when we moved xx
DeleteIt sounds like fun though :) We were offered Russian at school and I opted for German and regularly regret it because I think Russian must be infinitely more interesting. I also went to work in a Bank because all my friends did - another regret, so will stop there and focus on your daughter's future because it looks incredibly bright!
ReplyDeleteIt seemed to be the thing to do when I left school. To be honest I had a great time there and kind of regret leaving all those years ago. Xxx
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