I frightened a small child today. Olivia and her friends were playing in her room and I heard crying. I whizzed upstairs saying 'What's going on what's going on' in what I thought was a jolly tone - Olivia informed me that one friend had trapped the other's head in the door, and I said something dramatic along the lines of 'Oh God, WHAT did you do?' only trying to raise a laugh from the injured party, but it obviously came out far more serious sounding, as the accidental injurer burst into tears and wanted to go home.
Shit shit shit. Axel is always giving out to me for sounding too angry, or loud, when I don't mean it. This one totally took me by surprise. And the worst thing is, it's all more symptoms of me becoming my horrible, insensitive, domineering father. In sixth class I had a party, and one of the kids in my class jumped into our hedge. My father yelled at him to get out, in his big Fee Fi Fo Fum voice and scared him so much he wet himself and cried.
And now, here I am, making little children cry and want to go home. At Christmas time. And to make matters worse, Olivia suggested in the car that she'd talk to him tomorrow, as he might not talk to me now next time he sees me! That didn't make me feel better.