They’re being raised right if they know what they don’t want to be. LOL
This is giving me flashbacks. It’s a good thing Carmen and Javier weren’t in the back seat of the car or I’d be checking the yellow pages for a good therapist. I never did understand how my dad could whack one of us and drive at the same time. He never even had to turn around to look. Just Pow! He was a firm believer in the idea that justice delayed is justice denied.
Imagine 6 in a acr, not a measly 2.
1000 X 1000 ….
and then there is the rear facing back seat of the station wagon… 🙂
Good back up of Mom.
There were seven in ours – five kids, which made “s/he touched me!” just about impossible to avoid.
6+2=8 in one car. Plus friends. 🙂
Did it draw blood was often heard. Or the plea “There was no blood! ” Tough kids. The younger ones did whine like the above ones.
Hopefully she will have raised much better than millennials.
When a ruckus occurred in the car, my dad would hit the one he could reach, who was then to pass it on to whomever was misbehaving.
What?? No trigger warning? Words like Millennial are so triggering to me!!
So she likes tough love, huh? Nice.
“Hey! Did I raise Millennials!?”
That should be make into an insult, like “Libtard”, “DemonRat”, “RepubliTard”, and “GOPe” “RINO”. With an adjective modifier, of course. Otherwise the one you’re hurling the insult at won’t get it.
Like “pansy-ass Millennial”. I think even the most obtuse vacuous vacuum headed Libtard would get that.
What’s really amazing is that a 5’2″ woman can reach diagonally across a 225 Buick and get the correct troublemaker.
IIRC That particular skill is in the Parenting Manual under Discipline in Vehicles chapter “while driving” section. The exercises are a little difficult but after some stretching exercises (see index in the rear of the manual) they get a little easier.
My Mom used to carry an 18″ wooden ruler with us when Dad was gone TDY and we had to drive somewhere. I swear it had a laser sight on it somewhere but I never did find the activation key when I held it.
I never did find the Chapter about Weapons either but she had obviously had Masters level training with that ruler.
On a side note … Not one of her three children wound up in prison or on welfare so I guess her methods did work.
My Grandmother (all 4’10” of her) had a hollowed out lead filled end of a pool cue she used for attitude adjustments. The Uncles saw that get pulled out from behind the piano and they scattered.
My Gran used a 1″X1″X3′ piece of white oak to the same effect.
There’s that “is” yet again…
You’re not qualified to live, bitch.
For effective settling of rowdy young’uns, nothing beat my Daddy’s flick on the back of the noggin…quietly, unobtrusively, thumb and middle finger, WHOCK! You’d see stars for a second, and you settled yourself down quick.
Perfect for restaurants or other occasions when you don’t want to be swatting ’em, and I adopted the method but only had to use it once or twice per kid over the years, after that just a glance was all it took. Let ’em horseplay in the yard or around the house, but in public or with adults around the meaning of decorum is a lesson they learned and has served them well.
Four kids, one maybe two adults.
“DON’T MAKE ME STOP THIS CAR!!!!”
My wife used to use a woven rattan rugbeater on the children’s behinds or legs or wherever she could reach. Didn’t really hurt, but it stung and got their attention. After awhile all she’d have to do is whack it against the wall and play chase the children around the house. They’d run and giggle. But it still got their attention and let them know to “break up the horseplay”. We still have it.
For the REALLY serious crimes, she had a solid wood cooking paddle/spoon. THAT would hurt. Didn’t have to use it often. All she’d have to do is bring it out, and everyone would scatter like quail. We may still have that, I’ll have to check and report back later.
Yes, my previous ex-wife was a great believer in the wooden spoon. She was British, and raised by a Chief Sgt Major. Dad rocked, I loved that man with all my heart.
Actually, come to think back, he was a CWO3 in the Royal Artillery. Basically 6 of one, half dozen of the other.
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