Dad was fighting with mom about disciplining my sister and I.
She was upset thinking we weren’t getting enough punishment. It was over something little like a dish in the sink or something.
It was the 3rd or 4th family meeting in a week and we were all miserable and OVER everything. As usual, mom was piping mad as if it was a national crisis.
We all felt totally uninterested in her anger. It had been a long week.
Dad finally got fed up and said “what do you want me to do? Lock them in their rooms and give them only bread and water?”
Without hesitation she shrieked, “Yes! If that’s what it takes!”
Mom, that’s child abuse….
The Mild Millennial 