For years I wished my eldest son would take more of an interest in appearance.
He just threw on the nearest shirt and pants he could find on the floor, and his hair was so fat, you could easily fry an egg in it. And two sausages.
I should have known better! Because doesn’t the saying ominously warn: ‘Be careful what you wish for, you might get it!’ Well, I ‘got’ it alright. Nowadays my son takes great care applying his black eyeliner, and adding thick blobs of black eye shadow. The genie has left the bottle, and I got my wish: my son takes an interest in his appearance.
So now I’m desperately rubbing an empty bottle of mineralwater, in the hopes of getting the genie back ín the bottle mumbling: ‘I take it back, I take it back!