First, the amusement. Although, perhaps I should be less amused by this story, and more worried about the streak of insanity which seems to permeate my family members, and almost undoubtedly is a part of my genes.
Thanks to having particularly over-protective family members, apparently I am incapable of walking home 2 blocks late at night, alone. Being raped/murdered/mugged/knifed/yelled obscenities at is obviously something that is going to happen in my boring, boring neighborhood (that is apparently 'so safe it's unsafe'). However, putting my frustration at this aside, I was talking to my grandmother today. Apparently mother has put her on the hunt for capsicum spray, or a rape whistle (hehe an honest-to-god rape whistle). My grandmother's monologue went something like this:
'I went into the police station and asked him where I could get capsicum spray, and he told me it was illegal in Australia (which I could have told any member of my family had they bothered to ask), so I asked him if he was allowed to tell me where he could get one on the sly, to which he responded, not really. So I asked my friend whose son is in the police academy if he could source one.' I really dread to imagine what this policeman thought of this tiny European lady, coming in and asking him to break the law.
The torment arose from when I was talking to my friend, Nick, and he came out with this gem: "If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did."I am sure I have mentioned before my habit of finding things with which to best torment my future children. I think this make my favourite top five - the highest of course being the names of them; 'Gin', and 'Tonic'.
Moral of the story; it really comes in a full circle.
