‘Don’t pull at it, you’ll make it worse,’ I say to Alex as we sit in the Emergency Room. I turn to Hannah, who’s sitting next to him. ‘And you! WHY did you think this was a good idea?’
‘Steven, you are not the boss of us,’ Alex says, munching on a vending machine biscuit. ‘Let us live, woman!’
‘I do let you live, hence this situation.’ I wave my hands, gesturing at the actual hospital we are sitting in.
‘It happened under my care, Steven,’ Mum says. ‘I will not be nominated for parent of the year for this one. Alex, your dad is on the way to the hospital now.’ Mum’s face is calm, but I can tell she’s furious at Hannah.
‘Suzette, girl, he will be fine. This is VERY on brand for me,’ Alex says confidently. ‘He will think this is so funny. I promise.’
Let me explain. We are in the ER because Hannah superglued a thirty-centimetre fibreglass unicorn horn to Alex’s forehead and a long unicorn tail to his bum. (When I say tail, I mean Mum’s old rainbow hair extensions.)
‘You’re ten years old, not five, Alex. You’re more mature this!’ I say. Ugh, I sound like my mother…
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