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!!”

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