So, I was walking from the station to Westfield with The Girl the other day, and I was giving her an idea of how she sounds when she’s being really sullen and teenagerish. Obviously she didn’t really like it.
TG: Ok, mum, you can stop intimidating me now
Me: I wasn’t
TG: Yes you were, just now.
Me: What are you talking about?
TG: Just now – you were pretending to be me!!
Me: Ohhhhh, well then you mean ‘imitate’!
TG: Oh. OK. So what’s ‘intimidate’?
Me (glaring straight into her eyes and doing my best Ross Kemp impression): Now, why don’t you just stop giving me jip and come shopping like a good little girl?
TG: *pause while she just looks at me* Mum, you’re scary.
Me (smugly): No darling, I’m intimidating 🙂
TG: *thinks, then gives me a big grin* But you don’t sound anything like me!
Me (sarcastically): Oh ha ha. Touché.
TG: What’s touché?
Me: A turtle