I just wrote a rather frivolous post about my teenage son nagging me but the frivolity was false.
He is behaving badly but is too old to put in the naughty corner (we never had one of those).
I never expected to be tongue-lashed, hen-pecked, reprimanded and nagged by my own son!
How can the same boy be both muse and monster?
He hugs me then spits venom then disintegrates into guilt, then hugs me again.
I want to say to him cruel things – I want to say he is an ungrateful wretch.
An ailing father is no excuse. I have already given Ming too many doubt benefits.
My angel child needs his wings fixed or a punch in the nose.
Teenager, normal, okay.