Now we are back on track.
My Darling Elliot has been, dare I say it, a bit sassy.
I sent him to the basement and whipped him. Twelve strokes which were not nearly hard enough because the space just is not right. He'll be fixing that soon.
I wasn't angry. I naver whip him when I am angry. But I wanted him to know that his attitude was just not good enough.
Now he knows.