OUCH! THAT SMARTS!

I REMEMBER THE FEAR OF MY MOTHER SAYING TO ME ''WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER GET'S HOME'' THAT WAS WHEN I KNEW I HAD GONE TOO FAR. I HAD PUSHED THE LIMITS OF SNOTTY BEHAVIOR AND I WOULD NOW SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY BIG BAD ATTITUDE, FROM SOMEONE WHO REALLY WAS BIG AND BAD. I WOULD THINK ABOUT RUNNING AWAY, SO THAT I COULDN'T BE FOUND WHEN THE DREADED TIME CAME. I WOULD TRY TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TWIST THE STORY, GIVE IT A SPIN, DAMAGE CONTROL. OH NO, PLEASE NO, NOT THE DAD ONE. I'LL BE BETTER, JUST TAKE IT BACK, DON'T TELL DAD. I'LL DO ANYTHING. SO, WITHOUT RAISING HER HAND, SHE WON. ALL WAYS A STEP AHEAD OF ME. SHE KNEW WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO BEFORE I DID IT. '' A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME, SHE WOULD SAY''. WHO WAS THE STOOL PIDGEON I WOULD WONDER.WITH WITS AS QUICK AS LIGHTNING, I LEARNED TO LAUGH AT LIFE FROM YOU. TO LAUGH AT MYSELF FROM YOU. TO QUESTION MY BIG BAD SELF. I AM A BETTER MAN FOR IT. MOTHER EARTH, WE HAVE BEEN SNOTTY IN OUR BIG BAD SELVES. PLEASE WORK WITH US A LITTLE LONGER, JUST A LITTLE MORE PATIENCE, PLEASE. DON'T TELL DAD JUST YET. WE'LL BE BETTER. I HOPE. I REALLY DON'T WANT THAT SPANKING. DO YOU?