There are few words that will make a child either cower or laugh, quicker than when you hear ‘Wait until your father gets home.’.
In our home, that usually meant that mom didn’t guess how to punish us & she had to wait until dad got modern home to discuss it.
Occasionally, it meant that if she tried to punish us, she was going to start laughing & after that I would guess both of us didn’t do anything wrong. The only time both of us knew both of us were definitely in trouble, was when my sibling & I broke the window air conditioning unit. Our room never definitely had great air conditioning so mom & dad bought us a window A/C component for our study room. The two of us were roughhousing one night, which both of us weren’t supposed to be doing in our study room. She constantly said that one of us was going to end up falling out the window. Since both of us were on the seventh floor, I was sure it would have easily been myself and others & I would be hurt. I was the youngest. Instead of us going through the window, the air conditioning fell out the window. It was like seeing in slow motion as the air conditioning started to transfer & then fell. The two of us watched as it fell to the ground & blew up into many, several pieces. Mom was coming across the driveway when she saw the A/C component break apart. The two of us locked the study room door when she shook her fist & said, ‘Wait until your father gets home.’ The two of us had never seen mom angrier in our entire twelve years of life.