The Unspoken Rules of My Little's Room

So I'm this grad-school dropout who decided to take a different route in life, became a Daddy. Yeah, you know the type, all about discipline and responsibility, wrapped up in some pretty tight underwear that my little likes so much it makes him squirm. We have our own unspoken rules, kind of like how we don't talk about feelings or pasts but just enjoy what's happening right now. There was this one time though, where everything got a bit too serious for my liking, my little had been pushing boundaries left and right, testing limits. One night after another failed attempt at homework (he's really into the school kid thing), I decided enough was enough. Told him to get ready for bed early, which of course meant it wasn't bedtime but punishment time. Ended up being a mix of scolding and physical discipline that left both of us wondering where things were headed. But you know, we're adults here, even when playing pretend as kids, there's always a part of me and him that knows the truth.