We are halfway through the holiday now and I have had it with all the smart comebacks spewing from my teenage son’s mouth.
He has to have the last say – about absolutely everything. He objects to, denies, refuses and verbally vomits – about absolutely everything.
What makes it worse, is that his voice is approx. 90% broken, so all this noise that is constantly aimed at me sounds less human and more like a donkey giving birth to twins in the courtyard.
I have refrained from giving his cheek a swift, warm one-time, mainly because:
– He is faster, taller and stronger than me;
-and I am worried that he may know the number for Social Services.
I have smacked my children on occasion – because they did not heed the verbal, silent and optical warnings; they did not react favourably to other forms of punishment and yes, they deserved it.
There, I said it. To the delight – or dismay – of all the Mommy Bloggers.