A mum has a plan for a nice day out.
The mum tells the toddler and he begins to shout.
‘Where are we goin’ to, mum?’ the toddler groans
‘Can I take the ipad and play games?’ he moans.
‘That’s frightfully ungrateful, son, so no.
We’re off to have fun up the big Tesco’
On goes the mum, determined to be happy.
She packs a day bag with wipes, snacks and nappy.
‘Can you put your shoes on, dear?’ Mum asks politely
‘I hate my shoes and I hate you: can we see daddy?’
‘That’s frightfully hurtful, son, so no
We’re going to be late- come on, let’s go!’
On goes the mum with the kid under arm
He’s not got any shoes but it won’t do any harm
‘I WANT MY SHOES ON MUM’ the kid begins to cry
‘forfuckssake’ mum mutters ‘Why me? WHY?’
‘What does ‘fuck’ mean, mama?’ the kid asks curiously
‘It’s a male duck’ improvises mum spuriously.
On goes the mumwagon, down the A11
The kid is quiet and radio four is on: heaven
‘You’re being a good boy’ mum says proudly
‘FUCKFUCKFUCK’ the toddler parrots loudly.
‘That’s a little bit rude’ says mum, playing cool
‘Sorry mama’ toddler says, not meaning it at all.
On goes the chitchat and requests for a snack
Mum is trying to park while passing raisins back
‘I want Quavers not these’ says child, making faces
‘Never mind’ says mum cursing people in parent spaces
‘We should shoot these kid-free tossers if you ask me’
‘Mummy’ says toddler ‘I really need a weeeeeee’
On goes the trolley through the fruit and veg aisle
The kid’s writhing wildly but mum wears a smile
‘Oh, is he hungry?’ says some helpful old lady
‘No. He’s a dickhead. And sure, hungry, maybe’
The little old lady recoils away in fear
Mum wipes her nose and blots away a tear.
On goes the food shop: up and down to aisle nine
Where mummy is rabidly stocking up on wine.
‘It’s sav blanc’ says mum ‘why Oyster Bay hello’
In goes the case and off they go.
On through Tesco to the checkouts they stroll
Maureen’s on the tills ‘Well, pumpkin, Hello!’
On go the snacks and the bribe magazine
On to the convey belt for all to be seen.
‘Well, aren’t you a lucky boy, my duck?’
‘Did you know a boy one is called a ‘fuck’?’
‘Ha ha’ says Maureen but really she’s glaring
‘Ha ha’ says mum, way beyond caring.
On goes the day and it’s only half past ten
And toddler is refusing to get in his seat again
‘In you go, sweetie’ through gritted teeth, mum coos
‘Nooooooooooooo’ says the toddler and smacks her in the boobs
‘THAT’S IT! NO SOFT PLAY! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!’
‘Good’ says the toddler ‘it’s stupid anyway’
On goes the day and mum unpacks the food
She puts away the wine and the wine looks good.