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Originally Posted by Trouvere
Naw you just give them the rear seat of the car application then.Take away the keys and drop them off in front of their friends at the front doors of
every place they want to go and oh yeah kiss them goodbye in front of their friends and say.....oh Johnny.....I'll be back to pick you up at ten.
I had a pride leveler old Nova that had a rocker arm that would get stuck and
when it did it smoked like a dog.My son would beg me....ma...pick me up on the side of the building....naw uncle buck picked him up right at the front door
when the bell rang.
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That or give it to them the way I got it when I was growing up both in school and at home too.
If I misbehaved at school, they would beat the snot out of me. Then, my parents would be told about it, then I got the snot beat out of me at home too. I was told it was good medicine.
I was spoken to once. That was enough. I knew what the next episode would be if I disobeyed. So, I just obeyed. Seems to have worked pretty good on me. I passed the same school of thought on to my own kids. I get upset with them because I don't see them pasing good ol' American applie pie philosophy on to THEIR children. It's something about PC or CPA or something like that.
At least I never did know what riddlin was all about to get the kids under control. Never knew what it was. Hard work an a good whoopin' when I needed it worked better than riddlin anyway.