I still feel sick to the stomach by something I witnessed a couple of Fridays ago. I was shopping in Chatswood when I saw an extremely well-dressed mother ask her small son whether he wanted to go to the toilet. Not 10 seconds later, clutching his little bottom, he changed his mind and said he wanted to go. But the mother wasn't having it.
Kids change their minds all the time.
The loo's a few yards away, take him. But no, she wouldn't, and the conversation seemed to go on and on as we all walked along. When we got outside the shopping centre, I heard her tone change and so turned around, realizing she was really going to have a go at him. What I witnessed is something that has invaded my dreams every night since and had me in tears every now and then throughout the day. The only way I can describe what next took place is that this immaculately dressed North Shore woman beat up her little boy in the street.