The 5-Cent Anti-Parent
I’d ruined years of my wife’s child-rearing–for only a nickle.
My two-year old son and I were heading into the local K-Mart. I can’t even remember what I was buying, probably something for my beat-up boat, but I’d brought Aidan along. We were heading in to the store’s entrance when he saw the merry-go-round, one of those three-seaters.
I put him on the donkey and congratulated myself on my parenting skills. Aidan rocked back and forth, having a wonderful time. I smiled at the joy that was about to happen.
I put the nickel in the box,; he lurched forward with the music and grabbed those painted ears tight. His … Read More…
