Moma I want to kIll that boy

Hi, my name is moma and it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm so mad I want to kill Byron, my son. I told that boy not to play with matches and he still goes and play with the matches. Byron was in the bathroom playing with fire. I didnt know until I got upstairs to the bathroom door, I knew he was playing with fire. I knew something was fishy because I kept on hearing the toilet flush over and over again. I wanted to know what was going on, because I knew it wasnt me because Im really not that old.As soon as I opened the door Byron tried to flush everything down the toilet. I grabbed Byron so hard, Byron felt like rock. I took Byron to the living room, I was really going to show Byron what it really meant to play with fire. I was going to burn his fingers off, and I really meant it to. This wasnt the first time Byron played with matches, I told him the first time if I caught him again using matches I was going to burn him. I knew it was kinda ignorant of me leaving Byron in the living room by him self. Byron ran out and went to Buphead house. Kids these days dont know how to listen, when I was a child I knew what was right from wrong. Joetta my daughter started crying, and started telling me Byron was sorry, and also saying Byron would never do it again which I knew he would.