Spare the Rod ....

I had great parents
They never hit me
Except when I really challenged them
Which was not often  
 
You see, my Mom was a Dominant fire eater
My Dad was pragmatic and quiet
If you were ever on the side of Mom's crack across the face
You remembered and toed the line
 
My Dad only rarely hit us
Though one time when playing the Doors at peak volume
The long version of Light My Fire as I recall  
He came after me with a yard stick
 
He was so pissed off he got me on the back
The yard stick broke and I started to laugh
He got flustered and took off
My Mon got wind of it and told me to report to him immediately
and apologize
Of course I did
I wasn't a bad kid but indeed a fuck up at 16
 
The moral of the story is:
I respected my parents
They worked hard and gave us what we needed
Love, good food, shelter and a healthy smack when needed
They never gave us what we wanted immediately
We had to wait always
Maybe work some extra days in the family business
Then when we least expected it, Dad would come home with stuff
A dog, a stereo, fringe leather jackets, you get the picture
 
I'm so lucky  
I even forgive my Mom for pouring the pea soup on my head
She said eat it or wear it
I never thought she would do it
Over my head it went onto my new Little League uniform
At least it was cold by then
She was a ballsy chick
She denied that she ever hit us till the day she died
 
I miss them dearly
 
Spare the rod ?
Your call