The Strength of Walls

My son. Just shy of ten. Pushing maybe 6 inches away from my height with all the strength and frontal lobe of a child forty years younger…just looked me in the eye and decided… he would win. If he had to. On brut strength.

He pushed me once. Then twice. Then hard until I hit a wall in the bathroom.

It’s my fault. And not. It’s a mix.