Her Last Lesson
At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle.
My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children.
But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna.
I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids.
Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly!
"Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!"
The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping.
I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're little, they don't know any better. I'm begging you, let them out, or they'll die..."
"Enough. You spoil these children so much you've made them lawless!
"And don't you stand there playing crazy with me. A little heat like this won't kill anyone!"