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…
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