Who the F do you think you are?

And so for a rant.

My son is very, very, very strong willed. He knows his own mind. He is stubborn. He will not wear a coat. Sure, I can wrestle him to the ground, pin him down, force his arms into the sleeves and grapple with him until the buttons are done up. Then I can watch him stand up, wipe the tears and snot on his sleeve, sob a little more, undo the buttons and take the coat off. Like I said, he knows his own mind.

So, I don’t bother. I say ‘Do you want your coat on?’ He says ‘No’. I put it in the pushchair for just in case and we leave. We are often only going outside for 5 minutes before wer are on a bus and then 2 minutes before we are on a train and then maybe 7 minutes until we are in the hospital / playgroup / shop. And, to be honest, it’s not that cold yet.

But you know what? None of this is any of your business. It doesn’t (shouldn’t) matter to you if my son wears his coat or not. Because he is just that, MY son. His Dad gets a say. His grandparents are allowed to offer helpful advice or attempt to cajole him into an outer garment. But no-one else.

Walking to nursery.

So, little old women at bus stops. Who the F do you think you are?

“Where is his coat?”

“Isn’t he cold?”

“He is cold”

“He needs a coat”

“You have your coat on, why doesn’t he?”

“He should have a coat on”

BACK THE EFF OFF.

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