It’s Mudder’s Day tomorrow in Australia!
We spent yesterday afternoon in the classroom busily creating loving tributes to Mum… well, my students did, whilst I sat at my desk cutting out pictures of flowers from old Women’s Weekly magazines for them to stick on to their cards.
I don’t trust them to do it you see. Little Darius or Aloysius, always seeking a cheap thrill, are likely to find a picture of a lingerie model, draw massive nipples on it and go around showing everyone inciting shocked pandemonium in the classroom.
A few of the kids sat staring into space scratching their small heads.
“I don’t know what to draw on my Mudder’s Day card Mrs Poinker…” moaned little Persephone.
“Well, what does Mum love?” I prompted.
Her eyes lit up.
“I know what she really loves! She LOVES Channing Tatum!”
“Oh! She loves the movie ‘Grease’? Then maybe you could draw the Pink Ladies!” I liked Rizzo too!
Persephone gave me a strange look. “No, Channing Tatum the hot guy!” she scolded.
Ohhhh… then who was the Pink Lady in Grease? The name 'Tatum Channing' vaguely rang a rusty bell in the cobwebbed confines of my Friday afternoon brain.
“Alright then,” I said. “Draw a picture of Tatum Channing.”
“Channing Tatum,” she whispered to herself quietly.
When I came home I asked Scotto, “Have you ever heard of Channing Tatum… or maybe a Tatum Channing?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Isn't he the bloke in that male stripper movie?”
“Is it Tatum Channing or Channing Tatum?” I enquired.
“Dunno. That’s the stupid thing about when people have two surnames.”
It’s true.
Like… Morgan Spurlock and Stirling Mortlock. One’s a documentary maker and the other’s a footballer and I never know which way their names go or which is which.
Anyway, one mum is going to get a lovely drawing of the venerated Tatum Channing/Channing Tatum tomorrow which is more than I’ll probably get.
A few of the kids sat staring into space scratching their small heads.
“I don’t know what to draw on my Mudder’s Day card Mrs Poinker…” moaned little Persephone.
“Well, what does Mum love?” I prompted.
Her eyes lit up.
“I know what she really loves! She LOVES Channing Tatum!”
“Oh! She loves the movie ‘Grease’? Then maybe you could draw the Pink Ladies!” I liked Rizzo too!
Persephone gave me a strange look. “No, Channing Tatum the hot guy!” she scolded.
Ohhhh… then who was the Pink Lady in Grease? The name 'Tatum Channing' vaguely rang a rusty bell in the cobwebbed confines of my Friday afternoon brain.
“Alright then,” I said. “Draw a picture of Tatum Channing.”
“Channing Tatum,” she whispered to herself quietly.
When I came home I asked Scotto, “Have you ever heard of Channing Tatum… or maybe a Tatum Channing?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Isn't he the bloke in that male stripper movie?”
“Is it Tatum Channing or Channing Tatum?” I enquired.
“Dunno. That’s the stupid thing about when people have two surnames.”
It’s true.
Like… Morgan Spurlock and Stirling Mortlock. One’s a documentary maker and the other’s a footballer and I never know which way their names go or which is which.
Anyway, one mum is going to get a lovely drawing of the venerated Tatum Channing/Channing Tatum tomorrow which is more than I’ll probably get.
I requested the five of my kids get together and all bring lunch, so I'm optimistically anticipating the arrival of a frozen chook and a hot bottle of cheap champagne. That's if I'm lucky.
Happy Mudder’s Day to all you beautiful ladies out there!
Happy Mudder’s Day to all you beautiful ladies out there!
I suppose he's alright.
