I’ll beat you with this shovel
Heck of a title for this post. Last evening, my son stormed out of the house in anger. I waited about 20 minutes before going after him. I thought it would give him time to cool down. Not to be. He started throwing things out of the cars, so I worked my way through them to lock the doors and make sure things were where they were supposed to be. As I got to the last one, he began threatening me. He had a basketball that he kept throwing down the street, so I took it and put it in the garage. He went and got it. So, I am ashamed to admit, I deflated the ball. I didn’t acknowledge him in any way during this period. I was working on moving a vintage sewing machine into our house, when he grabbed a shovel and threatened to beat me with