TWO HURRAH PETULANT
‘I was never this bad,’ I said.
My mum looked at my thirteen year old, who was now folding her arms like a petulant toddler. Before the words were even spoken, I knew I had lost the battle.
‘You were worse. From the age of two you stomped and thought life unfair.’
‘Hurrah,’ my daughter said, reaching for her mobile.
Writer Ravenclaw 