My mother made me HELP HER kick my ass. “Go get the wooden spoon.” They had to clear cut an Amazon rain forest and displace at least one indigenous population to replace the number of wooden spoons that mom broke over my ass. An I deserved every one.
“My mother made me HELP HER kick my ass. ‘Go get the wooden spoon.’”
In our house, it was “the fiddle”. “Go get the fiddle”. It was an old door knocker shaped like a violin made of HARD wood; it never broke. 😒 (I wonder where that thing is now.)