Rough patch with Ian this morning. Like driving in Iowa, a rough patch with Ian can quickly turn into a ten-car pile-up. I’d tagged Kelly so I could finish dressing, and also not kill my son. He persisted, escalated, crossed lines.
I took a pair of pants from the closet, and heard Kelly’s strained voice, ‘Apparently you want a spanking this morning.’
And then, from the naughty-stool, ‘Apparently I don’t want to get dressed!’
Quick wit and a good vocabulary can’t always save you.