Another in the series of ‘Conversations I wish I’d never started’ with my teenage son, Rory. However, whereas conversations One and Two portrayed a mother with an addled brain versus a ‘too sharp he’ll cut himself’
How to embarrass your teenage son in Burger King
Let me set the scene. On the A1, coming home from Newcastle yesterday afternoon, we stop off for an early tea at the Moto services in Blyth, Nottinghamshire. Rather caught on the hop as there
A conversation I wish I’d never started – No. 2
You may remember the first ‘conversation I wish I’d never started’ with my teenage son. The inability of my addled, middle-aged brain to connect with the sharp, intolerance of youth. Here’s another one from this morning at breakfast. Me: I just heard
A conversation I wish I’d never started
I think it’s an age thing, the inablity to finish sentences or remember names or even simple words. My son despairs of me and we have these ridiculous conversations where he tries to work out
Starter for Ten
The scrunched up bit of paper at the bottom of my son’s school bag said: I’m writing to confirm that your son has been invited to participate in the Senior Schools Challenge on Tuesday 1
Mum, you’re embarrassing me!
I wrote this post a few days ago for Mad Manic Mamas I think I’m turning into my mother. Actually I know I am. I embarrass my child, just like my mum used to embarrass me.
I’m turning into my mother….
I’ve posted on Mad Manic Mamas today on the subject of acutely embarrassing your children. Pop over there to have a read and maybe share your own feelings on this subject.
How will he cope without me?
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