Mum’s the word
THIS was submitted by a Traps reader and we are sure a lot of our other readers will relate to it: MY MEAN MOTHER I had the meanest mother in the world.
While kids I knew had lollies for breakfast, I had to eat cereal, egg and toast. While other kids had cans of drink and lollies for lunch I had to have a sandwich.
As you can guess my dinner was not only different from other kids — I had to eat it at a table and not in front of the television.
My mother also insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were on a chain gang or something. She had to know who our friends were, where we were going. She even told us what time we had to be home.
I’m ashamed to admit it but my mother actually had the nerve to break child labour laws. She made me wash dishes, make our own beds and even learn to cook. That poor woman must have stayed awake at nights just thinking up things for us kids to do.
By the time we were teenagers our whole life became even more unbearable. Our oldfashioned mum refused to let us date before we were 15 and then insisted that boys had to come to the door to collect us girls instead of tooting the car horn for them to come running. She really raised a bunch of squares. But none of us kids were ever arrested for shoplifting or busted for dope.
And who do you thank for all this? You’re right — our mean mother.
Every day we hear cries from both our people and politicians about what our country needs.
What our country needs is more mean mothers like mine!