No 1 Son and I are going through a ‘phase’ at the moment. The phase is the One Where We Don’t Get Along. It amounts to everything I say, or do, annoying him, resulting in much eye-rolling, tuts and scornful ‘Mumms.’
Today, he said something which took me completely by surprise. ‘You write very well,’ he said. ‘I’ve read the stuff you’ve written and it’s as good as any of the newspaper columnists.’
Then came the insult.
‘Why can’t you speak like you write?’
Aww. That really is quite a compliment. Ignore that last bit. My daughter told me yesterday (after some careful thinking) that I am not old. I’m a little bit chuffed.
Aaah from the mouths of babes eh?! Stop his pocket money until the reviews improve. End of.