Your Dad and I Have a Lot in Common

I remember the way your father used to shout at you. The first time I heard it, I couldn't understand why someone would ever want to talk to you that way. I thought you were the sparkle of the north sky on a dark night. Then, I got to know you better. I understand so well why he speaks to you that way. It's the only way you'll listen! If your father and I talk to nice to you, you won't grasp the concept. You need discipline, you need punishment, you need consequences. Together, we work in an effort to keep you on track. He and I should be friends. We have so much in common.