when your
son picked up a flat headed
screwdriver
and tried to jam
it into an unprotected
light socket,
you rushed to his side
and smacked him
on his nine pound
wet diaper, which hurt
your hand more than it
did his chapped bottom.
but he cried
as you took the tool
from his hand and warned
him about electricity,
and how the current
would fry his little brain
like an egg on a skillet.
of course he didn't understand
a word you said,
he just wanted to his
screwdriver back
to play.
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