Friday, November 23, 2012
Little Girl, Little Curl
Most especially horrid!
Meet with parents as their
experienced friend. Her
father for some punishment.
To his credit, not physical.
Withholding beloved chocolate
milk a week. Religo-Mom
for prayer, the intensity
of which points quietly
to goodness, or at least
relative peace.
I, in professorial guise,
submit a program
long and wise.
They object to its length,
which suggests even
greater doubt re
my reading children.
Short of it, we give up.
Victory for brat. Oh well,
that settled it then, queasily.
Fast forward twenty years
and she lives with cohort
of tantrum tossers. Boys too.
Drama has exhausted them
to zombies, though they
metamorphose each day
for business, and fake it
to make it. This goes unusually well
until excruciating scene disgusts
everybody. Prompting vacating from
latest victims by our own adult brat.
So? Can you spot one ask you?
Quite impossible.
They don't come
with timing fuses
like bombs in
bad movies.
Labels: behavior, brat, character, parenting, punishment
