- "It wasn't me, honestly."
- "If you don't finish your homework now then I swear to you I'm going to have a major mummy meltdown!"
- "You can't tell me off! I'm your beautiful darling child!"
- "Why is the house such a mess? What do you do all day anyway?"
- "I'm h-u-n-g-r-y..."
- "GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"
- "How many times do I have to tell you? Use your knife and fork! You're not a savage!"
- "Eugh... I don't like [insert dinner items here]. Why can't we eat nice food like other children?"
- "I'm leaving home so I can find a new mummy who's nice to me. You're the meanest mummy ever."
- "Where's the s*dding corkscrew?"
Apologies for being incommunicado this week and hope none of you out there are too distraught not to be receiving the usual almost-daily MotV missives. The reason for the silence is that I'm up to my neck, metaphorically-speaking, in research papers for my first grad course assessment. This experience has made me realise how rigorously un-academic I am in my thinking. It has also illuminated how reliant I am on red wine in order to get through endless evenings typing furiously on my laptop, not to mention the fueling of increasingly colorful curses that I feel obliged to aim at the University's online library system which consistently refuses to spit out any of the journals I'm desperate for (I refuse to believe this is 100% due to my technical incompetence...) Oh well, if this is the price one has to pay in order to realize a long-cherished dream then it's not all that bad... No one ever said a mid-life career change would be easy. Wish me luck!
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"I'm finished!"
"Time to [insert - eat, wake up, brush teeth, stop fighting, tidy up, sleep]"
"I'm telling you off!" (This should actually read "telling on you", but this generation just doesn't get it...).