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my mama would make me go out and get a switch so she whoop me wisth it I made the mistake of bringing her back a stick so big she could not swing it more like a tree limb. I thought it was funny unfortunatly she did not. Of course you know what that resulted in. I think those butt whoopings made me a better person disapline is nessasary as long as it is not extreame God bless
posted by
spinner
on March 30, 2008 at 2:33 PM
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:)
( too bad no icon for lady w/ wooden spoon)
posted by
bumpsinaroad
on March 30, 2008 at 2:23 PM
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LOL. Es necesario a despacharse con el cucharón.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 29, 2008 at 4:52 PM
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No more SMACKS! Good!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on March 28, 2008 at 9:12 PM
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Lucky you your mom didn't run out and buy another wooden spoon immediately. But then, that spoon would have been new and would have to be "smack trained". Perhaps that was too much of a hassle. Love your tales.
posted by
vogue
on March 28, 2008 at 3:26 PM
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My mom made me go out and get a willow switch. The walk was worse of all!
=^. .^= Bo is
smiling about something.
I am too! A rose
from me!
posted by
Whacky
on March 27, 2008 at 11:41 PM
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The Common Senseless
Hey I grew up with a spoon like that but it was used to stir mum's soup, so it was warm when we got whacked with it. Soup had a certain flavoiur to it. LOL Great post my friend.
posted by
WileyJohn
on March 27, 2008 at 8:59 PM
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I love seeing a pitcher of kool-aid in your wonderful essay. It was shades of
A Christmas Story narration and it made it so enjoyable. sam
posted by
sam444
on March 27, 2008 at 7:32 PM
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I don't remember being whacked! I almost feel deprived!
Not that there wasn't sufficient cause...
posted by
Nautikos
on March 27, 2008 at 6:04 PM
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my mom doesn't whack me with anything, but i'll be a sienor in high school next year... so it could still happen.
posted by
RomaKay
on March 27, 2008 at 3:42 PM
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I can imagine what she said
My mom's weapon of choice was a dishcloth used on the calves of the legs. :)
posted by
Halfelven
on March 27, 2008 at 3:17 PM
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