No matter what anyone might say, no one ever really likes other people’s children. Now, it seems, we’re not even sure if we like our own.
Culturally, children became a cause for concern during the seventies. It seemed the fruits of the loins of baby boomers had been spoiled rotten. Spates of possessed brats wreaked havoc in books and on screens. But all that was needed back then was a visit from the local exorcist and a quick mop up of green bile. Nowadays, scary kids are harder to spot. They’re usually apathetic, withdrawn and speak in monosyllables.
In other words, you can never be sure whether you’re living with a potential/practicing serial killer or a typical teenager.
So when they’re not singing along to Justin Bieber, what exactly is mummy and daddy’s little horror up to? And how far would you go to protect them?
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