Full Circle

My sisters and brothers know the lovely story of how my mom broke a wooden spoon on my behind. For those of you that don't I was a little bit naughty growing up. I know, hard to believe. One time I was naughty and my mom spanked me and I said, "didn't hurt" to which her response was, "do you want one that does?" Yes was my answer so she got a wooden spoon which broke upon impact. My mother was not a child abuser in any way. She was very patient. She swore at us one time and we all laughed so hard that she didn't do that ever again. My discipline after the spoon incident was to stand in the corner when I was naughty and have stood in many corners, in many houses, motels, probably stores... Back to the story, the wooden spoon in question was just an old spoon that would have broken just as easily as stirring some juice. A 100 years later today Noah wasn't listening to me and I gave him to the count of three or he was going to get a spank. He didn't so I spanked him and his response was..."didn't hurt". I started to laugh. If my mom was paying attention, I am sure that she is laughing as well.