I've been inspired by Aramie's blog to enlighten all my blogger buddies of the many ways to punish your children. I'll divide it into a series because all the trouble I was blamed and punished for will not fit in one segment. Every one of these punishments happened to me whether I deserved them (I never did ) or not.
Thinking up new punishments is fun and creative plus it will make your kids realize that mommy's and daddy's aren't as dumb as they originally though, and the best part is that your kids will turn out as good as I did...
One of my first memories of being punished was when I tattled for something my brother, Captain, did. I ran to my mom with my tongue on fire ready to tell what naughty thing Captain had done. My mom patiently waited for me to finish confessing the sins of my brother (Captain, by the way, was hiding somewhere; thankful his sister was taking care of him) afterwhich I waited to hear what wise decision my mom would make. To my delight she asked me what I thought Captain's punishment would be. Of course I was flattered to be a part of such an important decision. After going through my memories of all the punishments I had endured in my short years, I decided the worst was five good spankings with a wooden spoon.
I happily trotted ahead of my mom to show her the place where Captain was crouched down with his eyes tightly closed. She picked Captain up by his chubby little arm and gave him his punishment, five good whacks with her favorite wooden spoon. I supervised and maybe even counted outloud to make sure every whack was administered to my satisfaction. My brother was in tears, it hurt me more than it hurt him, but he needed to learn... My mom let Captain go and like a snake reached out and grabbed my arm. As I cried out in betrayal, my mother gave my innocent rear-end five identical whacks for tattling.
I don't tattle anymore.