As usual, it began with a bang! There were tears, there was loud ranting. There were ground teeth. There was a lot of huffing and puffing. There would have been retaliation too, but this time good sense prevailed upon me. And had he clenched his fists any tighter, I am certain his fingers would have come through the other side!
My crime of the day: Cutting the chart paper into the “wrong kind of half”!! “Argggggh!”
Wanted: 'Natural', diagonal half. I dared: 'Silly', rectangular half straight down the middle.
He was right. There is no way, “this can be made right”! And even the stationer was closed for the day, so a quick replacement was out of the question.
This is one of those occasions when it is best to stay very quiet and adopt a reverse conduct – do as told and do as expected (mind read, if that’s what it takes!). So I kept very quiet and hoping that it would appease him a bit, I laid out his colour cards, his paints, his glitter i…