Mother had it coming

From the moment I poked my head from mother’s womb and said ‘Waahwaah’ to the world outside, mother knew I was a temperamental child.

But she knew nothing of my anger until the day I spoke my first word.

We were sitting at the dinner table. I was thirsty and cried for my “bopple”.

She had no idea what I wanted and pushed the spaghetti instead.

I shouted out in anger, “Bopple, Bopple, Bopple!”

She pointed to the bowl and said, “Shush you little tyrant, eat up!”

Mother had it coming.