Allyson, that is very cool!
I was spanked twice, I think. Because my the "We're dissapointed in you" method of discipline worked FAR better.
The last time I can remember being threatened with spanking was when I was about 6, and was because I had bit a neighbor kid. He went screaming to his mom, who went screaming to my parents. My dad informed me that I was going to be spanked, and asked why I bit the kid. I tearfully and self-rightously replied "Because he bit me first! See!" and held out my arm with the teeth marks. Dad turned and glared at the neighbor kid's mom, who grabbed her kid and hustled off right quick. That's when dad started his lessons about
"Revenge works best if you don't get caught".
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spanked - yes , with a wooden spoon. Not sure it was useful, because I couldn't tell you what for. Once again - the "we're disappointed in you" worked really well. Helps that my parents had very high standards for their own behavior.
Allyson - now yo are my hero - you are in my favorite comic on my favorite day. I look forward to the Sunday version of Unshelved every week. It was well worth the wait this week
Wow! Allyson, that's amazing! I'm very excited and happy for you.
Spanked--nope, not by my parents. My grandfather spanked the heck out of me once when he and Gram were babysitting, and I have a vague feeling that they were really angry at him for doing so.
Our receptionist has hiccups. It sounds like there's a startled rabbit in the front of the office.
A few times.
Corwood, not at all. But I think that is harsh. But I won't think of you as Child Abuse Guy or anything.
When I was a kid I used to wet the bed. Once my dad woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to go to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet with my pants down but I didn't go. My dad told me to go and I still didn't. Then he swatted my behind once, and I proceeded to pee on the floor.
Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.
Oh sweet Christ. They want me to come in for a
two hour
meeting
this week.
How am I supposed to swing that? I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.
Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.
I used to have night terrors when I was in grade school, where I would be up pacing, agitated, eyes wide open and loudly describing why I was so worked up (sounded like stuff out of really bad dreams when it was relayed back to me - stuff like melting people down to make bullets). Never once did I have a recollection of it afterwards. I think it only happened a half dozen times, but it freaked my parents right the hell out.
