Don't come to me with your begging bowl!

My children decided to have heart-failure this morning because we ran out of milk. I say the word we ran out of milk when I really mean they ran out of milk.

I didn’t run out of anything!

So two hungry boys stood at the open fridge devastated with full bowls of dry cereal. Where’s the milk they asked. I said I don’t know. Maybe if someone mentioned to me that it was almost finished, I might have been able to replenish the stock. But oh no. It’s a big secret. The milk’s almost finished and no one says a word. Children are expecting the milk fairy to miraculously make a delivery.

Well I resign from the position of Milk Fairy. They're on their own from this day forward. If they're old enough for mobile phones, internet access and man-sized meals, they're old enough to take care of the milk situation.

I said to them "from now on, I’m not responsible for the milk. If you need milk, go and get it yourself. If you haven’t got enough money, get a job. This is your first lesson in responsibility. Now get out of my kitchen with your begging bowls."