Julie Jay: Sharing is caring — unless you’re giving away your five-year-old’s jellies

As much as we would all love to live in a socilaist utopia, the reality it is it is every man for himself out here, especially when it relates to jellies

Bolstered by the erroneous feeling that I had come prepared for a lovely afternoon at the pictures, I proceeded to go full Karl Marx on it and offer the jellies to other children — children my little guy didn’t know, and it went about as well as armchair parenting experts and die-hard capitalists might have predicted.

I recently lost my rag with my eldest child. I’m not proud of it. 

Since it happened a couple of weeks ago, my momentary satisfaction has quickly been tempered by a little voice in the back of my brain, saying, ‘Yes, you may have made Rice Krispie buns with them, but remember when you lost your rag two Saturdays ago? Even a melted chocolate treat can’t clean that stain from your maternal record.’