if i was this kid's parent, i'd punch him in mouth on xmas morning and hand him a wrapped box that has a leather belt in it, and when he opens it and say "happy xmas, i got you a new belt for me to whip you with"
I got my fair share of "ass whoopins", as we called them in Louisiana growing up, and I probably deserved every single one of them.
Remember when YOU KNEW you had fucked up in front of your parents and they gave you that, "It's yo' ass when we get home, boy!" look? Dude, I'd rather fight a skil-saw barehanded than get that look from them...even now. It's just total dread because you knew what was coming when you got home.
Problem children in a problem society
Problem parents and problem presents
Don't we all want nintendo now?
Don't we all feel like punching a cop in the face sometimes?
I know I do