Miss Eight the Elder, in the back seat:
Mum, you’re driving over the edge of the lane.
Sigh. Indeed I was, but it was a narrow street, and you need to drive over the mid point of the road, and to pull over to the kerb if another car is coming the other way. (If you can detect defensive overtones in this, you’d be right.)
But was it worse or better than Miss Eleven’s helpful comment? A few weeks ago I took her out of school for the day so she could come to my lecture on Mary Wollstonecraft. She loved it, and as we left, chattered away to me about it, coming up with some very good insights. But then….
Not to be rude or anything, and your lecture was really good, but there’s just a couple of things you could do a bit better.
Apparently I say “um” too much, and sometimes I talk too fast.
The younger Miss Eight has yet to offer me any helpful hints about things that I could do better, but I’m thinking that it’s only a matter of time.