How I became my mother
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Bertie: “When can I have a DS or a Wii?”
Me: “Never”
Bertie: “But xyz has one”
Me: “So? I’m not xyz’s mother”
Bertie: “But that’s not fair. xyz has one, why can’t I”
Me: “Because I said so and I’m your mother”
Bertie: “But xyz’s mum lets xyz have one”
Me: “And if xyz had a big spot on the end of his nose would you want one too? If xyz jumped off a cliff, would you too?”
And in that 60 seconds time had stood still and reversed to the late 1970s and I’d turned in to my mother. It was always coming.
