Maybe there are a few fathers home today who will give me a little support on this "thought". Girls, how often has this happened in your home? The kids have been bad all day. They have been raising old ned and you are at your wits end. Punishment is indicated, but you don't do it. Instead you yell, "just wait till your father gets home". Or, "how would you like me to tell your DAD about this?". And so the child spends the rest of the day DREADING the moment when the old man comes through the door.
Dad, after a hard day at the office wants nothing so much as to take it easy when he gets home. But no, he has the crack a few skulls and paddle a few backside before he sits down to dinner. Then invariably, it happens. About 20 minutes after you've given the kids their lumps (you’re not sure why – but mother insisted they had it coming,) and the kids sit looking at you like they wish their mother had married the neighbors father, the little lady starts in on how you should be a pal to your son, how are you should go hunting and fishing with him and grow closer to him. THIS – after using poor old dad as the boom that will be lowered as soon as he gets home.
Come on girls. Give us a break. Stop using us as your secret weapon. Hand out your own lumps and let us be a pal to our sons. Some days at 6 o'clock, my kids would rather have stomach flu than have me around the place because of this "wait till your father hears about this" routine. I want to be a pal to my boy. Furthermore, one of them is getting pretty big. One of these days I'll start making with the discipline and he'll break my arm.
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