I was cuddled up in bed with the Bombshell and it struck me that these days were numbered.
'You know,' I told her, 'one day you will be too old for me to snuggle in bed and you won't want to be my friend anymore.'
'Don't be silly,' she told me stroking my hair. 'I will always want you to be my friend. You're the best mum ever.'
How I wish that were true, I thought.
'One day you will suddenly grow up and you will bring home some deadbeat boys and I will tell you "No, don't marry these deadbeats". She started laughing.
'But then one day you will bring home a really lovely boy, and I will tell you how wonderful he is, but you will then dump him immediately because if Mum likes him, then there must be something wrong with him,' I continued.
She was watching me, utterly transfixed.
'But then you will bring home a nice boy who you will really like and I will really like, but I will stay quiet, and you will get married.'
She sat up in the bed. 'Tell me about the deadbeats again.'
'What? Why?' I said, suddenly wondering what on earth I was doing. Being inappropriate as usual.
'Because it's so funny, me going out with the deadbeats. Tell it again.'
And so I did. I told her about the deadbeats, and the nice boys she will dump because her parents like him too much, and then finally, meeting the right guy. She laughed and laughed. We both did, but all the time I was thinking that this was a woefully inappropriate conversation to have with a six year old, and that I really need SuperNanny or Nanny McPhee or someone to step in and stop me before I said something really dumb.
When she finally stopped laughing and we caught our breath, she peered into my face and said 'Mum, why are you telling me all this?'
I don't know, I said. I really don't know.
What inappropriate things have you told your kids?