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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The F word

I pick my son up from school and we immediately get into a verbal confrontation over my refusal to buy him 18 certificate horror films off Amazon.

He retorts in anger. He calls me the f word. I am left feeling wounded and confused.

Yes, my thirteen year old son says that I am a...fascist.

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