Angeline knew her son wasn't exactly the definition of normal. She knew perfectly well, when she was going to have a child with Artemis Fowl Senior that she wouldn't have a normal child.
But this was a little too much.
Most mothers walk in on a undescribably dirty doom with laundry crawling across the floors or maybe a secret relationship with someone that your hadn't been aware of. Luckily she didn't have to deal with that but unluckily...
She knew her little Arty wouldn't grow up with a messy room and a secret girlfriend who's also the daughter of a high up Mafia Boss but honestly, she wasn't prepared for this.
Mother Teresa would be pulling her hair out by kindergarten.
Despite what she knew of parenting and despite the protection she had against being surprised, nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared her for this.
Nothing could have prepared her for a situation in wich she would come in to her sons room only to find he was conversing with a ring and was yelling about foals, computer technology, mistletoe-no holly, and trouble.
Her son turned to her and she put a hand on her hips, waiting for an explanation as to why he was talking into his ring.
"I am terribly sorry Mothe-Mom. Foaly and I were having a discussion on Quantum Physics and it seems I had immersed myself in the conversation a tad bit too much. Please forgive me. Is there anything else you need?" He asked smoothly. Angeline couldn't help but notice he was a perfect clone of his father at that moment. Almost everything in place, other than his eyes.
"Nevermind Arty. Please, go back to speaking with mythological tech nerds and police officers through your ring. I'm terribly sorry I interrupted you." She replied and she turned away to go help Juliet with dinner, ignoring her sons scowl.
Yes, Mother Teresa would have exploded by now.
Luckily, Angeline Fowl was not Mother Teresa.