The power of mums
The power of mums.
Two kids in the playground were squabbling with one another. I used my best Dad voice and told them to stop shouting. A minute later, a huge grizzly mama bear comes over and demands to know what i said to them. For that brief second, I was eleven years ago and had done something naughty in the playground.
(Then I said what I’d done, and she seemed OK with that)