School bag..check...lunch box..check...facial...check..so as we head down the mall to our most favourite lunch destination.(niamh is also addicted to Laksa) when walk right by this young man and his posse..
Niamh comments on how he looks like Reece Mastin..
So as every parent does over the course of there children's life,I take off after the pod of Rockers calling"excuse me young man,excuse me..."and proceed to embarrass the child to the point of her face turning beetroot red.
We walked away with mixed emotions...
Niamh didn't know whether to scream cry or laugh.So she jumped straight on the phone to call everybody.Her first brush with fame.Beside herself.!Not to mention the comment"I'll never wash my back again."
Me..feeling like I had aged 10years..The mother in the leisure suit, running after the young fellows waving my hand around asking for a photo..pulling out my dodgy replacement phone(mine is getting fixed)and refusing to be in the photo...
....because i neglected to mention,post facial,bright red,and after having the almighty scraped and squeezed out of my face to removed the' congestion' and then the token Panda eyes....what can i say...
not my best look...
Turns out he was a super cool guy and was more than happy to oblige to my request of a photo.
Sure sweetheart ,he says..slide in hear..
Even i blushed , but due to the redness you couldn't tell.LUCKY.
But it didn't matter of course because it wasn't about me...
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