It’s All About Framing
It was dinner time, and William did something (which I no longer remember) that annoyed me. I gave him a gentle but apparently punishing slap on the back of his head.
“Daddy - Mommy hurt me”, he murmured, moving his chair closer to my husband.
Having seen exactly what happened, my husband chose to ignore him.
After a brief moment of silence, William moved even closer.
“Daddy - you know, THAT GIRL hurt YOUR son…”
“eh?”
“Yeah!”, the little guy nodded, eyes wide open as if he was revealing a well-protected domestic abuse scandal, “She hurt YOUR son, Daddy!!”
