mothers on the verge

I'm in the library with Firstborn and the Small(er) One. This is a regular thing as I'm an unashamed bookworm and hey, we're in the middle of The Crunch so Waterstone's isn't looking like a good option right now. But I think I may be flexing my Waterstones loyalty card more often in future. Why? Because something weird is happening to my children and I think there's a high probability we're not so welcome in the library anymore. So, we're browsing the CD racks. Firstborn holds up some ghastly heavy metal CD with a bleeding Jesus emblazoned all over it. I wince. No, not likely, don't think we're taking that one home today, my love. "But Mummy!" "No, darling. Put it back please." "Mummy!" "No." "MUMMY!" "No, sweetie. Go look at the Sugababes CD's over there instead. Don't think you'd like that one. It's way too shouty." "But Mummy, it's got Jesus on it! We have to ...