Sometimes I despair. I really wonder what goes through the heads of some people.... My daughter has just come home from school (she is a few days shy of her 7th birthday).
"Mummy, we watched a film!"
"Ooh, that's nice, what film was it?"
"Um, it was The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas..."
"WHAT?" I replied, thinking I must have been confused with another film, for surely they wouldn't show a 12-15 rated film about the Holocaust to a bunch of six and seven year olds...But...
"Mummy, they had to take all their clothes off...and there was a sort of rain...and a gas...I think it was like a fire..."
Gee, thanks teachers for that one...I'll put it right up there with the instructions not to speak to my daughter in English because she'll be taught by you, and the time you presumed I couldn't read because I am foreign...