DS (12 and very hormonal) has just made me sob my heart out over a penalty shootout. The footie game he'd been watching had gone to extra time, penalties and sudden death. I'd had enough at 10:30 and told him enough, bedtime.
Response: I hate you, you always shout at me.
I know he's hormonal, I know in the morning he'll apologise but I have just sobbed like a baby over it. We've had such a lovely day and now I am lay in bed with a blocked nose and head from crying.