Disrespect, Lying, Tantrums and a Parental Mic-Drop


The American First Lady graciously stepping into illustrate a mic-drop



Me: Chicken?

Hank: (from another room) What? (walking into the living room)

Me: Hank, I asked you to put these school papers away. You have three options: your homework cabinet in the dinning room, the cabinets in your room or you can choose to recycle them.

Hank: (looking at me blankly, says nothing, walks off to his room without the papers and shuts the door)

Me: Hank?


Me: Hank? Can you please come here?




Me: Henrique José, unless your room is on fine and you are attempting to subdue the flames march back here now.


Me: (now yelling) Hank, do not make me come in there.

Hank: (storming back into the dinning room, snatching the papers off the table)

Me: (grabbing him by the wrist) What is wrong, Hank?

Hank: Largo-me (let me go).

Me: What is this behavior? Why are you having a birra (tantrum)? This is the fifth time I asked you to move these papers.

Hank: (now sobbing)

Me: (suddenly furious, yelling) Should I punish you like a baby and give you a spanking? (turning him around and not hard or violently, but embarrassing him by spanking him) There now baby… Don’t disrespect your mother.

Hank: (wailing)

Me: Room, NOW!

Hank: (complete out of control, screaming and crying)

Pai: What the…

Me: I have no idea. Did you hear the whole thing?

Pai: Yup. Something’s up, best to let him and YOU calm down. You both are in rare form today.

Me: Excuse me?

Pai: (hands up in surrender) Just stating the facts. You are also irritable, today.

Me: (defensive, furious, yelling) Just because I called you out on giving me carte blance to plan our ferias (vacation) and then with the first sentence of my idea you completely contradict and start to micromanage me doesn’t mean I am irritable it means I am IRRITATED.

Pai: (super calm) I am not saying you were wrong. I am saying you are screaming.

Me: Oh.

Pai: Yah. (rubbing my back) Tem Calma (calm down)

Me: You know telling someone to calm down is offensive in America.

Pai: That is why I said it in Portuguese where it is not offensive.

Me: (deep, angry breath)

-30 Minutes Later-

Me: (peeking my head into Hank’s room) Ready to talk?

Hank: (in bed, pajamas, under the covers, light on) Yes, I’m sorry.

Me: I’m sorry, too. I lost my temper and because of that I wasn’t in control and wasn’t in a place where I could ask you what was bothering you. Hank, what is bothering you? Why did you get so upset about putting those papers away? It couldn’t have been about the papers.

Hank: I was doing something and I hate it when you ask me to do something when I am already doing something.

Me: That is frustrating. (deep breath)

Hank: (mirroring that deep breath)

Me: The thing you need to understand is that your responsibilities trump fun stuff. You have to handle your business first before you can enjoy your hobbies, like homework before Xbox. Yah dig?

Hank: (nodding)

Me: And I had asked you to put those papers away four times before and you neglected to do it, so I was irritated. What were you doing when I asked you to come and put those school papers away?






Me: Do you not remember?


Me: Is it a secret?

Hank: No.

Me: Then is mustn’t have been too important if you forgot by now.



Hank: (nervously playing with his bed sheets) I miss my Tia Alice (his great aunt that died a few months ago).

Me: Now that is something you absolutely do not get to do. We all miss our Tia, but you do not get to say the first convenient thing to justify your behavior, especially if it isn’t true. That is manipulating other people’s emotions and has nothing to do with what I asked you, because we all miss Tia, everyday all day. But right now, you are lying and Tia would also call you out on this lie.

Hank: (bursting into tears, guilty and knowing he got caught)

Me: As for me, I am glad you tried this manipulation out now seeing as you are all ready for bed at 8pm because you won’t be leaving this room for the rest of the night unless you have to pee.

Hank: (wailing) I’m sorry.

Me: Good. Thank you. Now you can learn that the truth is always the right answer and a lie will only get you punished. I will ask you again. Do you remember what you were doing when I asked you to put your school papers away?

Hank: (sobbing, guilty) I was looking for my Nintendo charger.

Me: Is that related to fun or to responsibilities?

Hank: (stuttered deep breath) Fun.

Me: Thank you for being honest with me. In the future I would like for you to remember this conversation and think before you are rude about handling your responsibilities and I would like you to remember this punishment the next time you think lying and manipulating are justifiable. (parental mic-drop)

Hank: (guilty, returns to wailing)

Me: (leaves the room, turns off the lights)





conversations with hank


Molly: (breaking free and toddling off after getting dressed)

Me: And where do you think you’re going little Ms. Molly MaGoo?

Hank: (groan)

Me: What is going on with you, chicken?

Hank: (eyes barely open) I am so tired.

Me: Are you feeling alright?

Hank: I just feel tired. I don’t feel sick.

Me: You also have tooth paste on the side of your mouth.

Hank: I am so tired I don’t even care.

Me: (giggling)

Hank: Mama?

Me: (reading his mind) Do you need a medicinal snuggle to get you going?

Hank: It’s creepy when you know what I am going to say before I say it. (climbing onto my lap)

Me: (giggling, rubbing his back) It’s a mom thing. Thank you for being my very best boy and for teaching me to be your very best mother.

Hank: You always know what to do.

Me: Spoiler Alert: I don’t always know what to do, but I put on my best poker face and just get things done. I use my instincts.

Hank: That is science for listening to your heart, right.

Me: Yup. And if I use my instincts right now… I would bet you good money that your sister is up to no good.

Hank: For real?

Me: Yup. (getting up)

Hank: (following me)

Molly: (sitting on the floor of our utility room attempting to open an (unplugged) power tool with a screw driver, looking up, waving) Olá (Hello)!

Me: Told you she was up to no good.

Hank: She is going to be an engineer.

Me: We’re going to need some baby tools ASAP.

Hank: Good thing Molly is teaching you to be her best mama and me her best brother because this could have gotten dangerous.

Me: Never a dull moment with this one.

Hank: No one ever called her dumb, not one day.

Molly: (focused, working on her project, chirping to herself, like we weren’t even there)



manˈsplān/ verbinformal gerund or present participle: mansplaining (of a man) explain (something) to someone, typically a woman, in a manner regarded as condescending or patronizing.

verb informal
gerund or present participle: mansplaining
(of a man) explain (something) to someone, typically a woman, in a manner regarded as condescending or patronizing.


Me: (living room door opening, looking up from my book) Mission accomplished?

Monica: Yup, but…

Hank: I had bad behavior.

Me: Whaaaaat? At the electronics isle? That is your happiest place on earth.

Monica: He had a bit of a birra (tantrum) and I had to raise my voice a little.

Hank: (getting emotional)

Me: That’s okay, Monica, you’re the adult and you needed to take charge. Just start from the beginning.

Monica: Well, Hank and I had a disagreement, because he thought I needed my phone to buy a Micro-SD card and I told him I didn’t, but he didn’t believe me and kept telling me we had to go home and get my phone and got very upset and he got upset so I raised my voice and yah.

Me: Oh, so he was mansplaining?

Monica: (wide eyed in realization) Yes.

Me: Hank, you can respectfully debate an issue you feel passionate about, but you may never think you are the ultimate authority. Even if you were correct it was Monica’s mistake to make, mistakes are how you learn, and most importantly, as a man, you are never to disregard a woman’s opinion for your own because that is insulting and misogynistic.

Hank: (getting more upset)

Monica: It is alright, Hank. We have to learn.

Me: The next time you have a strong opinion I would like you to respectfully debate your side. Monica, you be you and I’ll be Hank.

Monica: Okay.

Me: (as Hank) Prima, (cousin) where is your phone? We need to see if that Micro-SD card fits.

Monica: I didn’t bring my phone.

Me: (as Hank) Then don’t you think it would be a good idea to leave and get it. You need to have your phone or else you can buy the wrong size and then you would waste the money and because you opened the package you probably can’t return it and then you will spend double the money getting the right SD card and this is wasteful and not smart.

Monica: Hank, thank you for your opinion, but I know what I am doing.

Me: (as Hank) Okay, prima.

Hank: I feel bad. I was rude.

Monica: It is okay.

Me: It is hard for you to not feel in control, but unless you are in a life threatening or bullying situation where you should ask for help then this is how I would like you to handle questioning a person’s opinions.  State your opinion in a kind, respectful debate and then (singing) let it go, let it GO!

Hank: (giggling)

Monica: And you know I would be the first person to admit I was wrong and you were right.

Me: Thank you for listening. It is hard to hear a critique, but it is really important that you learn this lesson. I know the farthest thing from your intention was to be rude.

Monica: Now, would you like to help me put my SD card in my phone?

Hank: Can I?

Monica: Of course, technology is your passion.

Hank: And I promise no mansplainations.