Redefining "Good"

It was the next day
as we were getting
ready to leave. 
Happily playing & chattering,
he caught me off guard;
returning to the conversation
from the previous day.

"Are there good punches?
Daddy said..." His voice
trailing off into questioning
oblivion.
I looked him in the eye -
my voice stern.
"There are no good punches.
The world can do what it wants,
but my son will not punch."

He nodded his head & smiled.
Relief relaxing his innocent face.
"Good."