I’m no art historian, but you don’t need to be one to realise that a favourite subject of all artists everywhere seems to be the relationship between mothers and children. My relationship with my kids doesn’t look anywhere near this beatific. Here’s what I think these mothers might have REALLY been thinking.
'Madame Georges Charpentier and Her Children' by Renoir
What she’s really thinking:
I don’t know how many times I have to ask you not to sit on the dog. He stinks and you’re dragging dog hair all over the house.