Even as he is peeking
from the time-out corner,
twitching at the seam on his shorts,
playing with a bug
with his toe, clearly not remorseful
over clobbering his sister
with the doll house garage;
even as I am fuming through
my lecture and debating whether
spanking would truly enforce the wrong
message; still I am picking
through the vitamins
for his favorite flavor.
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