This results in him shouting loudly at me until I unstrap him from the car and then running faster than his little fat ass should allow across whatever car park or green field is in sight.
Once caught he is picked up with a little more force than is strictly necessary whilst I discreetly grip his arm a little tighter than I probably should. All the while I'm smiling and rolling my eyes playfully at the other mums passing by. 'Isn't he a scamp' I'm saying 'Boys huh? Just love to run' blah, blah, blah. The rage bubbles on.
So today as I wrestled my boy outside the school gates he punched me in the face, for the second time this week I might add.
The sting of the blow was nothing compared to the thought of all those watching mothers knowing that I was getting my comeuppance for this:
http://www.independent.ie/lifestyle/parenting/the-lazy-mothers-guide-to-parenting-2915259.html
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