. . .my dad made a startling admission.
He conceeded that some of his parenting techniques might not have been the best.
In a story he recounted to my niece and nephew (eight and eleven, respectively):
"I was watching (A.v.E) one day when his mom was working. He shit his pants. I didn't know how to clean him, so I took him outside and sprayed him down with the hose in front of the neighbors."
The kids laugh. I cringe.
"Yeah, it was mean," he concludes. "But he never did it again."
If only he knew.
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