Monday morning and postie arrived. The Husband smiled as he signed for the new lights he had made for his car; three weeks they took to arrive.
When he came back his face altered, gone was the smile put in place for the postman, his bottom lip bulged and his voice sulked. “it’s too cold to put them on outside.” I frown and feel my ears stick up like a Hare on hearing a fox. I can feel it, something is coming … Together we gaze through the bifold doors to the garden, him clutching his parcel and thinking, me checking the birds still have food in the feeders. Suddenly he perked up, became animated, “I wonder, if I opened the doors and drove carefully over the deck, it’s not like its a scrappy old car. ”

He didn’t finish.
I spun to face him, a nerve in my cheek began to tic, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and I shivered, like someone walked over my grave. We silently faced each other for what seemed to be an imesurable amount of time.

“Sigh … okay it was only a thought” The zip nicked under his chin and drew blood as he fastened his jacket. His boots cracked the ice as they were slapped over the deck. I began to steady my breath. Then I recalled receiving such a look, it was delivered over half moon specticles and then knew … I had inherited The Look.

Have you used such a powerful look? Did it work. Leave me a comment I love to connect.

The photo’s were borrowed from adverts, thank you (Hadley glass and Auto trader) as I hadn’t cleaned the ducks calling card from the glass on the garden room and mister wasn’t keen on the numberplate showing or me sullying his car with a label saying not on my watch!

The Look That Said It All.

47 thoughts on “The Look That Said It All.

    1. They don’t need a look … way past eyeballing … *sigh* They need ignoring, slump in a chair pick your nose and grunt you will be surprised what will happen πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ƒ

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    1. Yes my children knew the look but I had thought it gone. I hadn’t used it for twenty years, didn’t give it a thought. Not only did I pass it and its power onto my daughter (head mistress and director of primary) I found it still works.

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  1. You had me laughing from the beginning, Ellen! You also wrote the perfect words to go with this story. Yes, I have a look. When my kids were about 5 and 7-years old, I remember them saying “Uh-oh, Mom has that look again.” and they would run away screaming and laughing. I guess they picked it up at a young age, haha!

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  2. I can’t even believe he suggested he drive his car onto the deck/patio πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Are you crazy, boy?! I absolutely have β€œThe Look”. It doesn’t help that I have RBF (resting bitch face), either!

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  3. I definitely have a Look. It’s signature for all teachers to have one. You know. That one where despite all being fun and you’re the best teacher ever, you see someone doing something wrong (behaviour, I mean… obviously if they were doing a task wrong is help them!) You flash the Look and said child just stops, almost shrinks back into their spot and calm is restored! I’ve been known to use it when out and some other persons child is misbehaving… then I stop myself because I’m not at work!

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  4. I have spectacles and am told, by my kids, when I look over them and stare it’s impossible not to laugh…eg, β€œWho stole my biscuit?” Offer the look and giggles burst forth…. I take this as a sign of total guilt… mirth distils and the biscuit is forgotten…. hmm…maybe not quite The Look then?

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      1. Alas you are quite right indeed. Unfortunately I am rather to generous to my kids and they do take mischievous advantage. I shall henceforth take your advice!

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  5. Hubby says I have ‘a look’ which instantly tells him that whatever the argument, he’s lost.
    I’m at a loss. We rarely argue, and I only look at him over the top of my specs…………………

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