For some time now, it’s been impossible to offer our teenage daughter any suggestions or advice, however subtly veiled, without eliciting the response, “I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW“, uttered with a great deal of force and at the high end of the decibel scale.
Last week, our problems were compounded when she started driving lessons. We’re not teaching her ourselves, I hasten to add – after all, there couldn’t possibly be anything we know which she hasn’t already mastered. No, the problem arises when I’m driving and she’s in the car with me, and I have to think very carefully every time I perform a manoeuvre. Any carelessness, such as coasting round a corner in fourth gear only to slip down into second immediately afterwards, is greeted with the following quip: “You’d never pass your driving test like that!”
So, imagine our glee when we received a letter from school yesterday informing us that we should congratulate our daughter on the excellent plasticine model she had just made. Unfortunately, there isn’t a photograph I can share with you, but, judging from the description of said model (“cellulose and microfibrils” – and I’m not even sure I’ve got that right) I can only assume that it is truly representative of the work of a two year old at his or her best!