I swear, the more kids I’ve had, the more they drove me mad. I don’t remember having the same trouble with Kylie as I do with Coco.

She’s a right cheeky madame, even started spelling her name with a K. Thinks she’s one of them Kardashian girls. ” What’s wrong with Coco Chanel, who you were named after?” says I to her. ” She’s dead ma” was the reply. I told you she’s a cheeky bitch

• Where were you?
• What do you mean?
• I mean where were you…what do you think I mean?
• Where do you think I was?
• Don’t get smart with me young lady and don’t keep answering my questions with more questions. Now, where were you?
• In school
• School finished over an hour ago, and it only takes ten minutes to walk home
• I was talking to me friend
• Who’s your friend?
• You don’t know him
• Him? Who’s him
• I told you. Me friend
• Is he your boyfriend?
• Ma!!
• What?
• What?
• Is he?
• No…. Yeah
• Serious? How long are you going out with him?
• Going out? What’s going out?
• Dating?
• Nobody days dating anymore ?
• What do they say?
• They don’t say anything. I’m just meeting him
• You’re only fifteen Coco. I don’t want you ‘meeting’ boys
• Give over ma
• I won’t give over. I’ve heard of this “meeting” and it’s more than just actually meeting
• You haven’t a clue ma
• I’ve got five kids
• What’s that got to do with anything
• I know where “kissing with tongues” leads
• Ma, stop it
• No I won’t stop it. You need to have some self respect, not like some of the little trollops up that school, who drop their knickers when they’re barely out of nappies
• Ah ma, stop exaggerating
• I’m not exaggerating
• …and I’m not dropping me knickers for anyone
• Good
• Grand
• So, who is he then?
• Ah ma…
• I’ll find out. You know I will…