Fire away!

"MOMMMMMMMMM!" Kaila was rolling around on the carpet, looking quite perplexed.

"Yes?"

"Madan punched me."

I've been around the block a few times and wasn't about to be taken for a sucker. So, I asked my first child, "Madan, did you punch Kaila?"

"Yes, but she asked me to." Ahh. The ol' "she was asking for it" frat-boy defense. I considered educating Madan about women and how "yes means no" and "no means no" and "nothing ever means yes," but I didn't have the chutzpah or a smart board.

I redirected, "Kaila, did you ask Madan to punch you?"

Honestly, it seemed like a normal request for her. So I wasn't surprised when she answered, "Yes, but I didn't expect him to really do it!"

There it goes. Another life lesson learned in the family room of the Morris crib. You get what you ask for. And, in this case, a KTFO punch. Girlfriend, I can't fault him for it. If anyone ever asks me to hit 'em with my best shot, I'm gonna fire away.