JDN, My Mother used a crepe myrtle branch that was as flexible as a bull whip, and left welts where ever it hit. If I had heavy clothes on, she made me drop my pants, and whipped the back of my legs, as well as the butt.
One time, I refused to eat my dinner because it had squash on the plate, and I looked at it like poison. My Mother told me to leave the table, and think about what I was going to get the next meal. When that time came around, it was the same plate, with the same food, that was cold. I had to either eat it or wait until the next meal, but I knew it would be that same damned plate, so it got eaten, even with me gagging at every bite. |
