A Twelve Year Old Tells Me To Shut Up?

Please.

Two fucking days I have been warning this kid.
I had to work Nasty Girls kid over finally.
A smart mouthed twelve year old just got a lesson in respect.
Two days he has been running his mouth and I kept telling him it was coming.
Telling me to shut up and when his mother would tell him to do something, that petulant little NO would be his answer.
Bided my time until the little shit mouthed off once too often after I told him to do what his mother said and waited until he went in the kitchen where he couldn't escape after a killer spaghetti dinner. My baseball cap got a pretty good work out and the noogie was for dessert.

He is currently sulking in his room,doing what his mother told him to do, for once, without running his fucking mouth. For a twelve year old, this kid is pretty good sized. I only out weigh the little shit by twenty five pounds and his feet are bigger than mine. I wear a size ten boot, too.

A little respect goes a long ways, even if you have to instill a little fear in them to do it.
I suspect I won't have any more problems for a while and if I do, It's called escalation.
I can do that.

Update;
Surprise, surprise, we can have a conversation now.
Talking to him about school work and such.

The sulking is still under the surface but I ain't hearing any smart mouth.
I talk to him in an understanding tone of voice and we can discuss things with out smart mouth.

It's a work in progress. He doesn't really have a daddy in his life so I can understand where the little dude is coming from, I am interfering in his life but take my word for it, I am not a vicious , mean bastard, I  just am trying to teach the little guy some respect.

I can be patient.

He is actually a pretty good kid, he just needs some boundaries and I can certainly do that for the little guy.