Twenty-Ten

Ms R: I’m five

Master R: And I’m this many (holds up three fingers).

Ms R: He’s three.

Cashier: So you’re five then and he’s three?

Ms R: Yes. We’ve only just had our birthdays, just the other day. Look! Thats our treat (points at cheap crafty thing on conveyor belt).

Cashier: Are you buying that with your birthday pennies?

Ms R: Er…No. Mummy is buying it for us.

Cashier: So do you go to school?

At which point I completely turn my back to carry on unloading the shopping. I know that if the cashier looks at me I’ll feel compelled to answer and I’m really interested to hear how Ms R handles this. Plus I’ve got a silly grin on my face, we must really be properly officially home educating now if people are asking why we’re not at school.

Ms R: No.

Cashier: Not yet?

Ms R: No, I’m not ever going.

Master R: Me either.

Cashier: Never?

Ms R: No. Never ever (and then said in a growly voice with wild eyes) I’m never ever going to school.

Master R: (also in gowly voice and pulling grimacy face) I’m never ever going to school either.

Cashier: Uhm….Oh. (Very long pause) So is your Mummy teaching you at home then?

Ms R: (glances at me) No.