It’s kind of poignant that it happened over a broken Barbie doll. I’ve never felt comfortable with those tip-toed, big-breasted, doe-eyed things.
I was recently eavesdropping on a conversation between my three-year-old daughter, Libby, and our four-year-old neighbour, Nick, as they played outside. Nick: Do you have a boyfriend?
Mum never let me take sea creatures home from the beach. I remember many tantrums while begging to adopt a hermit crab or urchin.
I’ve always found quotes like this about mother-son relationships a little creepy: