The husband and I are rowing. Over something insanely trivial no doubt.
I’m not going to give any examples of what it might have been because, well, as I said they are insanely trivial and someone will point and laugh and say ‘you daft pair, what are you 15?’
Yes we are daft. We’ve also been together for more then 24 years so it clearly works for us.
But there’s hand waving and tutting and lots of head shaking and ‘I said, you saids’. You know the scene.
So items are being slammed down on tables, kitchen cupboards are being closed much louder than they really need to be and the dog is hiding in his bed in the pantry because he hates raised voices.
It’s really quite childish.
Also, the incident we’re rowing about was so trivial that I can’t actually recall right now what it was about.
But needless to say, we’re snipping away at each other totally obliviously to the world going on around us.
Then from the next room this little voice pipes up, filled with the authority of someone speaking from a position of total and utter knowledge:
“Stop rowing you two. What’s the point? You’re both right and you’re both wrong, so you might as well stop it now.”
And right there you realise your 10 year old really is going to be OK out there in the big wide world.