My mam would come at me brandishing the weapon of choice, her trusty Wooden Spoon. Me? Backing away big time. What did she used to do? Step on my toes so that I couldn’t back out any more…. worked every damn time.
OK first off, that’s not the type of wooden spoon an Irish mother would have used to smack a kid with. There’s no weight to it, you wouldn’t get a proper whack. Second, a true bold child would have had the spoon broken over their arse decades ago. We went through a couple of spoons a year in my household.
If there was in fact any ‘bold’ child on the receiving end of this thing, they’re a filthy casual.
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Reported for graphic violence.
Or maybe that’s just the flashbacks.
My mam would come at me brandishing the weapon of choice, her trusty Wooden Spoon. Me? Backing away big time. What did she used to do? Step on my toes so that I couldn’t back out any more…. worked every damn time.
OK first off, that’s not the type of wooden spoon an Irish mother would have used to smack a kid with. There’s no weight to it, you wouldn’t get a proper whack. Second, a true bold child would have had the spoon broken over their arse decades ago. We went through a couple of spoons a year in my household.
If there was in fact any ‘bold’ child on the receiving end of this thing, they’re a filthy casual.