My mother would chase us upstairs while she brandished a wooden spoon trying to whack our butts when we were being bratty. She broke a spoon on one of my brothers' butt. We were usually laughing hysterically because we were so much faster than she was. Oh that was real child abuse!
My mother would chase us upstairs while she brandished a wooden spoon trying to whack our butts when we were being bratty. She broke a spoon on one of my brothers' butt. We were usually laughing hysterically because we were so much faster than she was. Oh that was real child abuse!
My mother would chase us upstairs while she brandished a wooden spoon trying to whack our butts when we were being bratty. She broke a spoon on one of my brothers' butt. We were usually laughing hysterically because we were so much faster than she was. Oh that was real child abuse!
Today, yes, that is child abuse.