Southern woman complaining about her son to her neighbor
Middle Aged (35-54)
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and I said that he couldn't play with them anymore. If he was going to keep on doing that. Well, I had to spike him. What do you want me to do? I've got to be Mama. I've got to be Daddy. I have to be everything to that boy because it is just me. And he starts screaming and kicking and throwing everything upstairs in his room. And I said, if you don't be quite, I'm going to go up there and I'm going to do something to you. Boy, That boy came downstairs. Bless his heart. His tears were just coming down his face. He looks just like his daddy is his heart. I thought it was going to die. He comes down seriously. Says Mama, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Mama. I'm not going to do it again. Well, I thought I was going to die right there. I thought I was going to die. Do you want Morty?