We are driving down the highway with my music pretty loud, enjoying the nice weather. Camden is in a sorta crazy mood as per usual after I pick him up from school. But he's screaming things and I hardly hear what he is talking about. My sister is in the car with me as well and could hear him better and see him.
So Camden screams "mommy I did it". Now the thing about children is they are excited to have done anything. He had a toy in his hand so I assumed that he meant that he had "did it" with that. I think nothing of it. But my sister turns around to see what he had done, unbuckle his car seat. Now we have been working on buckling the car seat because he is old enough to know how to get in and out of the car. But this was not why I was teaching him the trick. Sooooo of course I was furious. With only two to three blocks to go.
Oh but no! That's not even it! He proceeds to get out of the car seat. I turn around to make sure he was ok and he is sitting beside the car seat. From that moment I saw red. Everything was red! My face, my hands, my thoughts, his bottom in my mind...ALL RED! I said to my sister, "when we get out this car I'm going to tear his butt up". And I meant it. I was heated! This is so unsafe. And my motto on beatings is, beat them down if it's dangerous!
So we pull up to the church. He climbs across the car seat and is excited to tell me that he got out all by himself. As soon as his feet hit the pavement I was lighting his tail! I mean I beat him for real. One of those old school whippings when you talking between every hit "if you (pop)..ever (pop)...do this again (pop)...I will (pop)...beat you again (beat down)!" Then I made him sit on the curb and get himself together.
He gets up and all my family that arrived seconds before me are so confused to what he did. Why I beat him like that and why he was screaming. Well I was not moved. We got inside and I made him go to the bathroom. Then I thought. Where would he get this from. He's never done that before. Frankly I would think he would be too scared I'd kill him to even try it. Then, LIGHTBULB! His father. Kool dad! Must have let him ride around without the car seat or seatbelt. And I got mad. Called him up and laid him out. Moral of the story, Camden went back to his crazy attitude after using the bathroom, and ran into a table. I just picked him up and was like "this day just keeps getting better". Smh!