Today was one of those days (there seems to be more nowadays) where I wanted to throttle the son. He’s thankfully still alive simply because he’s my son. Otherwise…

I’m calmer now after I laughed myself silly over a certain Korean variety show. And of course the husband had wisely decided to whisk the son out of the house even though we had already made peace and apologised to each other. Afterall a toddler doesn’t need a lot of time to ignite the hidden tigress (and petty child) within.

Since I’m in a good mood now, I shall not revisit the source of the incident but I just wanted to saluteĀ those mothers who have never raised their voices at their children before.