0 comment Saturday, April 26, 2014 | admin
Monday after school I asked Son to wash his hands properly before tea. He said he had. I said, politely, that I had heard him run the tap for two seconds, and that he needed to wash the germs off with soap, and then dry his hands on the towel.
He screamed abuse at me, went into the bathroom, sprayed a lot of water around, then went stamping loudly down the stairs before banging shut the living room door after him.
One heartbeat later and I hear Daughter cry out. She comes running up the stairs, to where I am in my bedroom. Son had whacked her across the head.
You can't parent a kid who's like this.
He screamed abuse at me, went into the bathroom, sprayed a lot of water around, then went stamping loudly down the stairs before banging shut the living room door after him.
One heartbeat later and I hear Daughter cry out. She comes running up the stairs, to where I am in my bedroom. Son had whacked her across the head.
You can't parent a kid who's like this.
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