It’s amazing how my daughter Ariah is wired not only to repeat everything we say and use it against us but to take it one step further and satirise us. She’s brilliant at it. Like tonight. She insisted that she was the parent, and I was the child. She told me to clean her room before I went to bed. I asked her to help me. “I’m sorry, but I have to work,” she said. “I’m too busy.” I was smitten with shame.