Come on, Mum. The suicidal drug addict who sets fire to his sister's house? Who ODs and ends up at a muggle hospital on your birthday? No? What would you call it? "Accidents happen?" Because if there's one thing I know about accidents, it's that they're not supposed to be par for the course, which leads me to think that maybe, just maybe, I'M the real mistake. Not much of a stretch, I don't think.
Actually, now you know all this about me, you might be able to answer my question from before. Or take a better educated guess: do you think you regret having a second kid? The first one turned out great, but that second one just never lives up to expectations, you know? And at what point do you think it happened? At what point do you think you thought "blimey, really shouldn't have done that. Mistakes happen, I guess."?