When I was in kindergarten, my teacher did the same thing to one of the kids in class.
She told him every time he talked, she’d put on another piece of tape. By the end of the activity, he looked like a mummy. He’d force air under the tape and “pop” it loose, then talk through his masking tape beard.
Of course, that was almost 40 years ago. Nothing was thought of it then.
Years later, after I became a teacher, I had that student’s son in class. Sure enough, the kid couldn’t stop talking...
lol (giving you props)
LOL, the good old days. I can remember my Mom tying me to a tree in the yard, tying a rope around my waste when we went to the store, and I can remember a sheet of plywood over the top of my crib. I was never a nonstop talker, but I guess I was a bolter and a climber.