let's go find your mum

i remember

the one

and only time i struck my

son.

he was about to

put a flat

head screwdriver

into an electrical

wall socket.

he was somewhere

between two

and one.

i dove

across the room

and smacked him on

the butt,

protected by

a thick full plastic

diaper, which sprained

my wrist.

i explained to him

the danger

of doing such a thing,

which made

him shrug.

he didn't cry, or

even topple

over,

but said,

dad, can you change me,

to which i said,

umm.

let's find your mum.