Bad Mother

Toby's nursery teacher called me over at pick up time. 'Toby's penis is black,' she told me.
What was I supposed to say. 'Yes, I know?' What kind of mother knows that her son has a black willy and doesn't do anything about it? A Bad Mother.
Or I could have said, 'Oh,' (bright and interested) 'has he?' But tha twould mean that Mrs. Litt would think that she knows more about Toby's willy than I do. That would make me a Bad Mother, too.
Or, 'Oh, yes, we do practice body art at home,' thereby suggesting that Toby's black willy is all part of a Grand Scheme which, whilst it may be eccentric, is neither criminal nor untoward. But weirdness is part of being a Bad Mother.
The fact is that all mothers are Bad Mothers. The only Good Mothers are the ones that haven't got any children yet.
Which brings me to the fact that there is a Good Mother amongst my friends who is on track to become a Bad Mother.
Why has no one said anything yet?