We went off to a party and while I was attempting to converse with other guests Charles kept trying to mess with me. I retaliated with some well deserved knuckling and tickling but after several rounds Charles continued to say that it wasn’t enough to make him regret messing with me. So I did what I had to do — I grabbed him tightly, locked down his arms and legs, and had Mom give him a smoochie. I told the other people there I was sorry they had to see that, but sometimes a Dad just has to take a firm hand. Or lips, as the case may be.