In the Case of Mom v. Trent

First of all, he flatly refused to obey.

All I asked of him was to find and put his boots on.  He refused, and he gave me attitude.

“NO!” He cried, stomping his socked foot.

I told him behavior like that was unacceptable, and then I warned him that if he persisted he would be spanked.  I asked him one more time to find and put his boots on.

“NO!” He cried, shaking his head and stomping his socked foot.  I made my way toward him, firmly let him know that his behavior wasn’t going to be tolerated, and then I spanked his bottom.

He burst into tears.  His bottom lip began resembling a diving board.  He fled from my presence into his bedroom where I heard him wailing and bawling.

“Once you get your boots on, we’ll go to great-grandmas,” I called after him.  It was Sunday evening, and we always visit Grandma on Sunday evenings -just like everyone in our family does who lives in town.

Minutes later, he emerged from his room.  His eyes were red from crying, but his boots were on.  I praised him for his obedience, gave him a hug, and off we went.

Family members were gathered throughout grandma’s house.  Trenton went to any ear who would listen…

and TATTLED on me.

“I got… trouble,” he’d say.

“Mama… MAD,” he’d say.  Then -now this is crucial -he’d drop his shoulder, lift one hand up to his head to support it, cast his eyes down, and sadly complete his story.

“Mama… spank.

The tale never varied.  He took it to anyone who would listen.  Woe to him.

Last night, he acted up again.  This time, it was to his Daddy.  His Daddy acted just like his Mommy, and after Trent gave Daddy attitude, Daddy spanked him -just as he had warned him he would.

When he was done, I pointed at my husband.

“Now you’re in trouble.  Now he’ll tattle on YOU,” I said.

“Trent, did you get in trouble?” I asked, prompting him.

“Yeah,” he said, sadly, “Daddy spank.”  But his voice didn’t change.  His hand didn’t go up.  He didn’t look down…

“Trent,” my husband said, “Did mom get mad?”

IMMEDIATELY, his hand went up, his eyes went down, his shoulders dropped…

“Yes,” he said, “Mommy spank…  Mama’s mad…”  And so his tale began all over again.

I’m in the dog house.  Come on over -he’ll tell you ALL about it.  I just wanted you to hear my side first.

Comments

  1. Ma Ma Deets says:

    What a crack up! He is such a handsome little thing. How could you ever spank him? Ha! His dad got plenty of those when he was about that age and look how he turned out. Ummm….

  2. :D

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