Everybody is a critic

Son pulled off some pages from the printer and thrust one under my nose. "What do these words say?" I did a quick glance over the page and noted the page was from a work-in-progress tentatively titled "Oxygen's Sacrifice," a relatively non-offensive piece. So I read the page. "What did you think?" I asked. "Well mummy, it's rather boring, isn't it? Actually, I think it's very boring. That's a very boring story, mummy." I did say it was a work-in-progress.