Thursday, 28 February 2013

The mother of all arguments

Stop being so matronising, he cried, you’re not my mother after all!

So can only mothers be matronising now?, he replied. What about the rest of us? Aren’t we allowed some good intentions?

Not like that, he answered, not matronisingly. At least you shouldn’t.

What do you mean I shouldn’t?, he countered. I care about you, how can I not matronise you from time to time?

Because it’s not right, he closed, I’m not a child, I’m my own person.

I don’t know, he sulked, you talk as if I’d patronised you.

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