The Shotgun
I was really a wild one at the age of three! My mother had been asked to sing with a quartet at a funeral. My dad drove her there and was going to wait in the car with me while she sang. She got out of the car and went in. I decided that I wanted to go in also. My dad said I couldn't go in and that I had to stay in the car with him. I was adamant and was ready to fight him to let me go.Finally, I realized that I was not going to sway him so I said "If I had a shotgun I would shoot you." My dad related to my mother what I had said when she came back to the car. She told him he should have swatted me a good one on the behind. My dad never spanked me in my life--that was my mother's territory. Anyway, that day I found out that I didn't always get my way about things.
posted by kyra lafain @ 3/27/2008 01:47:00 PM
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Maybe not always but most of the time!!
Grandma was the disciplinarian -- the worst discipline I ever received from Grandpa was, "Now I wish you hadn't gone and done that!"
I guess Grandma mellowed some by the time grandchildren came along, though. I remember a similar incident to the one you relate, except this one involved me and my father. We were sitting at the dinner table (that's the noon meal -- you eat supper in the evening) one day when I was about five or six. I kept getting up and running around. My father very sternly said, "You get in that chair and you don't get up again!" We were having my favorite for dessert -- Grandma's apple pie. I had a piece on my plate, and I looked at my father with daggers in my eyes and said, "I wish I could throw this pie right in your face!" Grandma about fell out of her chair laughing, which just made my father even madder!
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