Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Kid's discipline

One of Teahouse's last posts brought back memories for me. We have a nanny that takes care of the fruit of my loins. I often threaten them with stories about how my parents used to punish my sister and me, but I don't do what he did. Once, my sister and I were throwing a baseball that I got for my birthday in the lower level of our house. She threw it too high, and it broke the window.

My mom used one of those paddle ball paddles. That worked up until I turned 9 when it split on my ass.

My dad used a 2 x 6. That worked up until the time he died.