Random Conversations with the Boy... Jacko

Okay, I'm in a narky mood.
And Joseph is all in my face and being five (as five year olds are want to do).
I kind of lose it. Just a little.

"Please," I plead. "Just give me peace. Just for two minutes. Please."
J: (on a death wish) "Why do you need peace mammy? Why? Why do you need peace?"
Me: (Rather than tell him he is doing my fecking head in) "Because I'm in a bad mood and just need to calm down a little. Just give me two minutes."
J: "Who are you in a bad mood with mammy? Is it everyone in the world? Is it (pause for dramatic effect) Michael Jackson?"

You have to laugh.