This was the routine growing up:
Step 1: a verbal warning not to do something
Still not behaving?
Step 2: Mom walks over to the drawer containing the wooden spoon, and rattles it.
Still not behaving?
Step 3:Mom opens the drawer, gets the wooden spoon and uses it vigorously on your butt. No appeals allowed.You should have stopped at Step 2. Once the spoon came out it ALWAYS got used.
The wooden spoon also had amazing aeronautical properties if it was launched airborne in your general direction, like it had an internal guidance system.
Saw this happen to my 6’ 4” brother once. My mother was short and he was too tall to have the spoon applied in the normal fashion.
I think this was how the first cruise missile was developed.
You gave me my 1st good laugh of the day, thank you so much.
I think parents today should return to the past, too late for the Millennials but better for the next generation.
We lived by "Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child!" as did our folks.
ROFL