I was hustling my son out the door for a quick run to the grocery shop. I was standing, keys in hand, ready to leave and turned to him.
He was languishing on the couch watching grown men blow things up on MythBusters. My response was instinctive and deep in mum logic: "Because you just… can't." He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. It was then that I realised this was less about his comfortable position on the couch and more about his desire to be trusted.
I did a quick risk assessment. As a parent always thinking on a constant loop about my kid's safety, I'm trained for this. I reasoned that the likelihood of him getting off the couch and into the kitchen, turning on the oven to make himself chicken nuggets was low.























