She’s tugging at my Nike sweatshirt, her expression angelic and innocent… …

Daughter: Might I take this opportunity to remind you of our clothes-share arrangement?

She strokes my arm as if caressing a cat…

Me: You can be as cute as you like, you’re still not getting this sweatshirt.

Important to be firm when discussing serious life matters with a teen…

Daughter: Please mum…

She’s about to go into mind numbing repetitive whining mode….

Daughter: Mum…mum….mum….mum…..mum..

Me: For godsakes !

A little later….

Daughter: Can I have it then?

Me: No …

The word ‘No’ when it comes from me is a foreign expression, an expletive even…

Daughter: Why not?

Me: Because I don’t actually have any clothes left…

Daughter: Yes you do or you’d be naked right now..

Me: My point is… you keep taking my things without asking…

Daughter: May I remind you again of our clothes-share arrangement…

Me: And why is it that this arrangement seems to be so one-sided?

She looks away sheepishly…then back at me…a mischievous glint in her eye..

Daughter: Not understanding what you’re saying..

Me: I’m saying that you never allow me to borrow your things…

Daughter: Still not understanding…

Me: OK… may I borrow your black lace top?

Daughter: No sorry….you’ve lost me…

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