The Knight Life by Keith Knight for April 02, 2017

Never, I hope. Reminds me of the woman who told about her older son torturing her infant son to no end. He’d smack the little kid in his crib, he’d torment him in his playpen, the works. Mom tried everything: Took away his favorite toys, gave his time-outs, even spanked him; nothing. Kid kept abusing his little brother. Finally, hoping for something onto which to transfer the little monster’s wrath, she gave him a baby doll and told him, “OK, using the doll, show Mommy what you want to do to your little brother.” A moment’s pause, followed by a moment’s gleam in the eye; and the little fiend bashed his brother with the doll.

I guess I was hard on my kid brother too. But he put me in my place after I’d left home. He scuffled with me, picked me up, and set me on the clothes washer. I thought it was overdue, and I think we were fine after.