I really like Kat's, but it wouldn't be fair in this one for me to just say ditto, so...
It's summer, and my nine-year old son, Tommy, is here on visitation right now. Tommy came home late, but not late enough for a spanking. The trouble is, he left his bike in the driveway, and he's been warned about that numerous times (even more than once since he's been here the past week).
Tommy was still in his room, basketball shorts and Batman briefs around his knees, crying, when Tim came up to me.
"Jack, I was with Timmy when we got home, and I put my bike down right next to his."
He sounded almost wistful, but almost very nervous when he said it.
"And you think you should be treated like Tommy was?"
His eyes were wide, and his lips were trembling. His fingers clutched nervously at the waist of his pants. Still, he nodded.
"Let's go to your room," I said, picking him up.
He wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Do you think you can take your pants and undies down, or should I do it for you."
He squirmed around a bit to look into my eyes.
"Just like you do with Tommy."