To this day I can’t recall what my son did that was so wrong, all I remember is the streaming tears of agony running down his face. But the story begins with my three-year-old child who is a little headstrong, for some reason had stopped responding to my violent love taps. I would smack the child and he would look up at me with a smirk and tilt his head. I would look into his eyes and I swear if I could read his mind it would be saying “That’s all you got daddy?” This is when it is important to resort to emotional abuse. Your child can never have the upper hand in any situation, I went up to his room and started packing his belongings. I said we are giving you away; you are never going to see mommy and daddy again. At this point I remembered my childhood and since we didn’t have cable television had always wished my parents would have said that, but in this case we have cable, Nintendo Wii, and Internet. It took me three days before I unpacked his suitcase.