She set the glass in his hands, a subtle sing of getting him to take a sip before smiling and letting her fingers toy along his arm. "Oh poor darling, I can only imagine. He's just trying to get under your skin you know. Push and push to see how far you'll go. You have the option of letting him push you, or showing that pushing will get him nowhere. He is your son. He should respect that."
Smiling she set her fingers on his cheek, "I remember when boys acted this way and got a good slap. Now everyone is 'child-abuse' this and that. Not that I would ever advertise such a horrible thing, but when I did a bad thing my maman put me over her knee and put the fear of God into me. I never acted out again." with a smile she sipped from her own glass, green eyes watching him carefully.