A few weeks ago I was kinda-sorta a bit not nice to Mr 16 who was giving me driving tips. I may have been kinda-sorta a bit sarcy when I said “how DO I manage driving around all day without you kids minding me?” (or similar). With his cute puppy dog eyes he implored me with a grin “Mum! Don’t be mean!”
Hmm. I actually was a bit sorry.
And then there are mornings like today, where I whacked myself in the schnozz with my hairdryer, and I wonder it myself.