My son was being out-of-hand obnoxious this afternoon. Not listening. Talking back. Just flat out 6 year old awful.
After uselessly counting to three. And threatening to take away his electronics privilege for the rest of the day falling to deaf ears and an attempt at an eye-roll…
I grabbed him, flipped him over and gently hit his bottom. Over his pants. Out of sheer frustration and in hopes of getting my point across. It’s something I VERY rarely do, the potchkie on the tushie.
Before anyone gets all preachy about spanking, let me reassure you, it was NOT even close to being considered a spank. It was a mere tap. I can’t even feel guilty about it because had it been bear bottomed, it wouldn’t have left even the smallest red marked hand print. Not to mention, it didn’t leave my hand all tingly from impact.
I had to do something though. And so that is what my frustration took over and did.
He looks at me.
Shocked, at first, because spanking isn’t my typical reaction.
Then, he smiled. A devil’s grin. Seriously.
“Mommy,” he said, so sweetly. “That’s ok. You can spank me. I like it.”
Do you see the look on my face, people? He LIKES the spank.
We outgrew the belly button fetish. Now my 6 year old likes the slap.