Father knows best?

As predictable as the sunrise, one of the minions got himself in trouble the other day. As a family we were together watching some television and BOOM! It happened. I won’t delve into the details of his infraction, only to say that my wife and I were immensely displeased.

I love my wife. More than life itself. I have to say though, and she freely admits this, she’s a bit of a control freak.
While she commenced doling out said minion’s punishment and reasons therefore, I sat on the edge of the couch unable to get a word in edgewise. My mouth opened on the occasions when she paused to take a breath, but before I could make a sound, her lungs, fully filled, would recommence the flow of words blocking any additions or subtractions to the charges at hand I wanted to contribute.
Later, after the kids were in bed, I mentioned this to my wife in the kitchen. Speaking hurtfully about how I should have been allowed to participate in the life lessons being given. I have opinions and thoughts and words to speak aloud on the subject of crime and punishment too.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” She touched my arm speaking lovingly, truly understanding how I must have felt. “You’re right. What would you have done differently?”
I thought for a while on that question. My brain filled with empty static searching for a sage answer proving heavy intellect and wisdom as a father. After all, father knows best. Right?
“Um…nothing. You were right about everything.”
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