I was sitting down in the kitchen eating a meal the other day when JJ came in and sat down to eat his.
‘Mum, I’m cross with you. You’ve ruined my life.’
At this point I tried very hard to keep a serious face as he was so earnest when he said it as though the world was going to end because his life was ruined. And where did this come from. Whenever new things come from his mouth it’s something he’s heard somewhere and it’s certainly something I don’t say regularly, if at all.
I asked him, ‘Why have I ruined your life?’
After repeating this question a few more times he finally told me that his life was ruined because I had shouted at him.
Yes, sometimes I do shout. No, it doesn’t get me anywhere but it still occasionally happens. He must have been brewing about this for a while because some time had passed since the last shout.
This happened about a week ago and his life does not appear to be ruined. In fact, the weekend was pretty much all about him, with a movie and a friend staying over.