Who remembers stern doses of discipline when you were younger? I mean the doses where your mother or father broke your heart and softened your butt all in one stroke, stern word, or even one look and word of disappointment.
I also remember that after those doses of discipline, my mother would follow up with a lecture about why she did it. Then at the end, she had the audacity to include these horrible words, “I do it because I love you.” WTFreak, mom? You do it because you love me. You could love me with an ice cream cone, dang” is what you think. (more…)