Oh, to be a child....

A fellow blogger Rebeckah Posted recently about a problem with her son.
He got caught in school giving the middle finger. He learned this new trick from buddies in school. But he was the one caught. go figure, right?

Rebeckah was so distraught, thinking that she did something wrong as his Mom.

Don't we all feel that way sometimes, when our kids don't act perfect.

Anyone that has read any of her blog will attest to the fact that she is a fabulous and loving mother....He will be fine and won't grow up to be in a chronic finger giver.

One finger, what harm can that do?


This brought up a few memories for me.
First off, the finger.

A few years back I was in the car and I saw someone give someone else the finger for bad driving....
One of the girls saw this motion, heard my gasp, and then asked what happened.
Before I could think I just said: "her gave her the finger."

Of course I was hit with an onslaught of questions...


what finger?

what does that mean?

Can you really give a finger to someone?

They were to young to understand and if I had explained it to them, I was quaranteed to see the "finger" given in the house.

So being the perfect mother that I am (am too) I made up a story having to do with something like if you are an unhappy person you put up your pinkie finger.

Yes, I did. It was used for about a week, and then forgotten like everything else.

This all reminded me of getting into trouble myself in school.

I went to school for one thing: Social hour.

I had no interest in learning. That was boooooorrring and it interrupted my socializing.

I wanted to enjoy my friends. I had a plethora of friends in elementary school.

I always got into trouble for onespecific thing. Laughing.

I remember on 3 specific occasions that I was asked to stop laughing in school.

You know what happens when you are asked/told NOT to laugh?

You just laugh harder.

On all 3 of those occasions my best friend and I were taken to the front of the class and.............we were SPANKED.

Once in 1st grade and twice in 3rd grade. (we must have been separated in 2nd grade)

Can you imagine? The pain of the paddle was not nearly as bad as my humiliation.

I remember my face being so flush that I felt like it was on fire.

And do you know what? I never learned my lesson. I still laugh.

Sometimes at inappropriate times.

My girls tell me I laugh TOO much!

What? how can one laugh too much?

I tell them they are lucky their Mom laughs at all. I could be crying all the time.....

C'mon, could anyone really spank this little angel?

Perhaps Mrs. Duncan was jealous of my short dress and matching scarf...haters. I still never leave the house without a purse.

I am so surprised I did not get away with more...really......

omg....that is my deluxe kitchen set in the background.....reminds me that I need to go clean mine!