[exit82]

Your post reminded me of my upbringing with an Italian mother with a wooden spoon. And not your store bought wooden spoon. No, this one was handmade by my grandfather and has lasted 70 years.

If the drawer containing the spoon was rattled by my mother, that meant, "Knock it off".

The second time, the spoon came out of the drawer. And when it came out, it did not ever return to its resting place without being used. Who knew a wooden spoon could be used like a boomerang? There was no outrunning the spoon. One way or the other, contact was going to be made.

A piece of dead tree can teach a lot of valuable lessons.

[Young Werther]

My Grandma went through wooden spoons at a horrendous pace. They were store bought at alittle softgoods store in North Newark. Somehow I broke more of those spoons with my backside then my brother!! I guess he was a WOP WIMP!

Wish Grams was still around to ...well you get it!

[spinestein]

[The second time, the spoon came out of the drawer. And when it came out, it did not ever return to its resting place without being used.]


I will remember forever the very last time my mother used the wooden spoon on me. She whacked my butt with it once and it broke so I (foolishly) said "HA HA, DIDN'T HURT!"

She reached into the drawer and grabbed another one. The ten whacks on my butt hurt a lot more than they usually did.