Eeek, spider!
I was Santa's helpering at work today again and had an absolute pisser (read: really hilarious) moment with one of the mums. Absolute classic.
She'd brought in her two kids, a boy (4 or 5y/o, let's call him Johnny) and a girl (3, let's call her Kathy). She brought them in on Wednesday for pictures (and I remembered her from then), but had come back to get some more done, this time with the digital camera.
Now, her little daughter is a real little talker, will babble on happily about anything and hold quite a decent convo for a 3ish year old. So Johnny is sitting there having a deep and meaningful with Santa Ian (same Santa as Wed) and Kathy and I are having a sit down and play with some of the toys that we've got set up on tables around Santa. We've got some of the store Christmas Bears, some Barbie stuff *shudder*, Bob the Builder, and then a Chicken Dance Elmo, Magic Rattle Pooh and ABC Dancer Elmo - all three that dance, move etc.
So Kathy and I were sitting down, playing with the toys. I was sitting down on one of those little plastic kiddy chairs and she was on the floor, with her mum with the photographer, but having the odd look over to check on us whilst the photos were being printed.
And Kathy says "Look, spider!" and I've moved away rather suddenly because I have no love of spiders, particularly if they could be big and hairy. I move the table cloth aside to see what exactly it is (cos if it's big and scary I'd have to move Kathy away and move stuff around to get rid of it), and it's a daddy long legs. You know, the ones with the spindly legs but tiny bodies - ie, harmless.
I breathe a major sigh of relief, announce to everyone that "It's only a daddy long legs" and Santa Ian has a good chuckle about my shying away from the spider and resumes chatting with Johnny.
And then I hear this voice from The Mum, "I won't tell you what we call them then!" and gives me a knowing, Conspiring Adult look over the top of Kathy's head.
She drops her voice to a whisper, raises a hand to block off the sight of her lips to the kids and says "walking pubes!!"
I think you can all guess that I nearly fell off my little kiddy chair laughing.
She'd brought in her two kids, a boy (4 or 5y/o, let's call him Johnny) and a girl (3, let's call her Kathy). She brought them in on Wednesday for pictures (and I remembered her from then), but had come back to get some more done, this time with the digital camera.
Now, her little daughter is a real little talker, will babble on happily about anything and hold quite a decent convo for a 3ish year old. So Johnny is sitting there having a deep and meaningful with Santa Ian (same Santa as Wed) and Kathy and I are having a sit down and play with some of the toys that we've got set up on tables around Santa. We've got some of the store Christmas Bears, some Barbie stuff *shudder*, Bob the Builder, and then a Chicken Dance Elmo, Magic Rattle Pooh and ABC Dancer Elmo - all three that dance, move etc.
So Kathy and I were sitting down, playing with the toys. I was sitting down on one of those little plastic kiddy chairs and she was on the floor, with her mum with the photographer, but having the odd look over to check on us whilst the photos were being printed.
And Kathy says "Look, spider!" and I've moved away rather suddenly because I have no love of spiders, particularly if they could be big and hairy. I move the table cloth aside to see what exactly it is (cos if it's big and scary I'd have to move Kathy away and move stuff around to get rid of it), and it's a daddy long legs. You know, the ones with the spindly legs but tiny bodies - ie, harmless.
I breathe a major sigh of relief, announce to everyone that "It's only a daddy long legs" and Santa Ian has a good chuckle about my shying away from the spider and resumes chatting with Johnny.
And then I hear this voice from The Mum, "I won't tell you what we call them then!" and gives me a knowing, Conspiring Adult look over the top of Kathy's head.
She drops her voice to a whisper, raises a hand to block off the sight of her lips to the kids and says "walking pubes!!"
I think you can all guess that I nearly fell off my little kiddy chair laughing.