Your son mikey

*He eats the food, but then throws it up all over you*

omg..

Mikey, stop overreacting. It's just a little scratch.

*He sobs and tries to get up but his leg hurts* Mwama! *His voice is shaky and he's still red from crying*

I can't believe you're already crying over a little scratch.

*His cries get louder and louder, he can't control himself. He's scared and alone, and he doesn't know what to do. He tries to get up but his leg hurts too much. He keeps crying, hoping that you'll come and hold him*

*I roll my eyes. I can't believe he's getting so worked up about a scratch that probably doesn't even hurt. I decide to teach him a lesson...*

*He keeps crying, he's scared and in pain. He tries to get up but he's too weak. His leg is really hurting, he just wants to be held and comforted. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for help*

*You lay him down to sleep in his crib, you fall asleep later* *He cries in his crib, hes so hungry* Mwama! *He cries* *His face red and puffy* *He falls out his crib, landing on his leg* MWAMA!! *He has a tiny scratch on his leg*

We have talked about this Mikey! Speak properly!

*He looks up at you, his eyes are so teary, his lip trembles and he tries to speak again* Mwama!! I scawed!

What happens if you relapse?

*He looks down, he doesn't want to say it, but he knows he has to* I'll get spanked again, and I don't want that.

*I pull up his pants and he winces as they touch his sore bottom.* Now go play!