I’m not one for judging other peoples parenting skills. Well, how can I when as toddlers my boys could turn any public space into a thrash metal moshpit of despair at the drop of a hat … or glove … or raisin.
I’ll always remember one such occasion in a supermarket when a lovely old lady walked over, looked down at Sonny spreadeagled beneath the magazines, then back up at me and said,
“They can be little shits can’t they!”
Words I never would have imagined coming out of her mouth, less still,
“You know, most angelic toddlers turn into teenage pricks.… read the full post.