I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about what I let my kids see recently. Do I tell them the truth too often? Should I let them read that book/watch that film?
Then the other night the wee one came downstairs crying.
‘I’m upset about that thing you were talking about earlier.’
‘Which thing?’ I was racking my brains. But he couldn’t tell me – he was too upset.
Then I remembered.
‘It was the Botox!’ He nodded and started to cry again.
The story was about someone who had been given such bad lip fillers that her lips bled every night.
I told him I was sure that person had been all fixed up and was fine now.
So I’ve decided this: you‘ll never know what’s going to upset them.
I’ll just keep doing my best.