Mum's Family

I was outside in my shed with my lawnmower in bits, doing some repairs, for lately the mower’s miss and hits, and getting me riled up because the darn thing wouldn’t start, so that is the reason why I have pulled it all apart. Lawnmowers can be fickle so can drive me damn insane, so please do not come inside my shed, adding to the pain, by asking what’s the matter before handing out advice; if you do I promise you; you won’t get to tell me twice. I was in a happy mood cleaning or replacing parts, believing this could be my fixer and the mower starts. With my first pull upon the rope and then complete the task, then my daughter stepped into the shed, with something to ask. It’s not a query I’ll admit that sits comfy with me. My daughter wants to know how new born babies come to be. I told her Adam and Eve made babies and it went from there. Their babies grew; had babies too; now my daughter knows where. She left leaving me to concentrate upon the mower, and I’m sure my explanation had to be a goer, but in no time at all, my girl pushed me into the mire; glared at me with steely eyes and was calling me a liar. “Mum told me you’re not being truthful and added in a flash, we evolved from monkeys and what you said, was completely trash. Why did you tell me lies?” But my reply has vindicated me, “Your mum was talking about, her side of the family”.