Another colleague, Sara, packed up her daughters earlier this week and sent them to stay with their grandmother in New Plymouth while she works. (She is taking leave next week to be with them.) Sara worried that her girls probably wouldn’t have any exotic holiday stories to tell once they got back to school, especially considering that their school is in quite an affluent area. We reassured her that at 5 and 6 years of age, New Plymouth would be plenty exotic enough for them, until she told us what happened after the last school holidays ...
Sara's then 5-year-old and a friend were having a play date, with her little friend's mother in tow. Here's how the conversation went:
Friend's mother: Where did you go to for the holidays?Bless!
Little friend: We went to Tahiti!
Daughter: So did we!!
Little friend: Wow!
Friend’s mother (to Sara): Where did you stay?
Daughter: We stayed at our cousins’ place.
Friend’s mother [suspiciously]: Your cousins live in Tahiti? Really?
Daughter: Yeah! Oh. No, no. That’s right. We went to Titahi Bay. That's where our cousins live.
Sara [wanting to fall through the floor]: *gulp*