A Memory Man production
Your youngest son Craig, a late addition to your family is the last one at home, both his elder brothers are now away at uni. You are proud of him; he is a responsible trustworthy kid who is "all boy." Although Craig is the 'apple of your eye' you don't spoil him and from time to time his bared bottom gets to spend some quality time across your lap.
Craig has developed a keen interest in horticulture and whenever he's at home whilst you are working in the garden or greenhouse he is at your side, helping and questioning. His favourite garden task is mowing your extensive lawn using your new power mower.
You last spanked him some six weeks ago warning him that it was probably his last spanking because once he was twelve he'd be inheriting the strap that is still hanging in the shed at the bottom of the garden, the same strap that kept his brothers on the right track through their early teens. Craig's twelfth milestone passed just over a week ago.
Today is Saturday and you are tasked with taking your wife out to shop for an outfit for a forthcoming wedding and to choose a wedding gift; an all day job you fear. Craig echoes your groans and pleads to be left behind. "I'm twelve now" he argues "If I'm old enough to be getting that strap I'm old enough to look after the house for a few hours."
You didn't quite clock his reasoning but frankly the idea of not having a bored kid trailing round after his bored dad appealed and you decided to give it a try. He has your mobile number and you ascertained your neighbour would be around to keep an eye out and off you went.
On your return you notice that an unsightly patch of weeds in front of the house has been cleared, entering the house it is noticeably tidier than you'd left it, he has cleared his pots away and the kitchen is spotless, also the table has been set ready for the takeaway meal you said you'd be bringing back. Craig takes you to the window to show you the back lawn, all freshly and neatly manicured. "I've edged it all too." He tells you proudly.
Craig has done great job and stands proud when you congratulate him.
But there is a problem. Craig is absolutely forbidden to use the power mower when you are not around to supervise.
When you point this out to him his face drops and there is a pregnant silence for a moment as it dawns on him that perhaps he's just lined himself up for his first encounter with the 'big boy' strap.
"But Dad." he pleads, looking anxiously up at you "It's different now, I'm big enough now to look after the whole house .......er..... and I did wear my boots like you said I should."
You shake your head sadly, "Sorry Craig but this is a most important safety rule. Let's go." You tell him as you grip his shoulder and guide him towards the back door. A quiet despairing sob escapes him as you reach it.
Will you continue that long march past the greenhouse to do your duty, or do you consider you've made your point sufficiently to be able to change your iron grip into hug?