My heart broke when I heard my son say that. I never meant to scare him this bad. I just wanted to teach him a lesson. Harry said calmly,"What you did was wrong. You will not be playing soccer for a month and no tv for the same amount of time. I will call your coach and tell him you quit. Alright?" My son nodded and looked down sad about to cry but he didn't. "Now for the next month, Liam will be teaching you some manners", Harry told him and Liam held up his bag and said, "I'll be sleeping in the guest room" He went up to bed. I walked up to my son and crouched down to his level, but he hid behind Harry and I said, "Listen buddy. I was mad at you and what you did was wrong, but I still love you. Ok? Don't be afraid" He peaked out and hugged me. I hugged him back, picked him up, and tucked him in because Harry had left the room. "I'm sorry daddy. I'll apologize to those girls tomorrow, and do what you and Harry tell me to do. Please don't be yell at me. It's scary"
"I won't yell at you. Please don't be scared of me it makes me sad" He wrapped his little arms around me and said "Ok. I love you" "Love you too. Goodnight" "Night" He went to sleep as I turned off the lights. After that month, he was a rule-abiding and very polite young man. As the kids grew up it was Harry's turn to have trouble with them.
