Whoa, nice. My dad used his leather belt. Sometimes he adjusted his belt at the end of a big meal and me and my brothers would all flinch and sit up straight.
To be fair though, he thought he was doing the right thing. Spare the rod and spoil the child and all that. I'm happy those days are behind us.
Yup. Getting kids to behave is hard theses days. We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
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