Children believe themselves to be fun

CHILDREN believe themselves, their conversation and their games to be fun for adults, a shocked parent has discovered. 

Joanna Kramer’s children were staying with their grandparents for the first time since January when, on a Skype chat carefully arranged not to show a large glass of red wine, her son said ‘Is it no fun without us, mum?’

She said: “It hit me at that moment. They actually think they’re fun to be around.

“My first reaction was to stifle laughter. My second was to stifle horror. How could anyone be that deluded?

“This explains so much: why they wake me up on a Saturday, why they don’t want to go to bed, why they come in the shower to show me beetles they’ve caught. They’re doing it for me.

“And you know what the worst thing is? When they’re teenagers and finally wake up to the lie they’ve been living, they’ll turn on me for being boring. God, the f**king irony.”

Five-year-old Max said: “I worry about Mummy at night. Daddy never does any colouring with her, even though it makes her so happy.”

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