When I don't like my children, they are no longer "my" children. All of a sudden, they become just my husband's children. I refer to them as "his" children or "his" child. I will call him at work upset because Cashlin is acting like a little ass and I will say, "Cowboy, you need to beat your son." ha ha Okay, we don't beat our children, but I like pretending. Seriously though, "Cowboy, your son is making me SOOOOOO mad. I'm going insane here! Please come home." That never works. He never comes home. It totally doesn't make him rush home to the rescue. If anything, after hearing what I have to say and after hearing Cashlin screaming and crying in the background, he tells me how busy he is at work and he'll be home later than expected. ha ha I guess I don't blame him.