So I admit, I believe in spanking. It happens very seldom, though, reserved for things like running in the parking lot or telling me I’m fat. I do love an idle threat, though. I am forever threatening my kids with the beating of their lives that they know will never happen. They laugh at me. Hysterically. Well, all except Kid Sensation; he ignores me 75% of the time. I have actually gotten pretty creative with my threats.
Some of my greatest hits (ßsee what I did there? I’m funny) include:
“Do it again and I’ll slap your hair straight!”
“You’re going to make me feel like messing you up!”
“Hey, you, let’s fight. Them’s fightin’ words.” (Courtesy of the Simpsons.)
“If I have to get up from here, everyone’s gonna get it!”
“Do you want it from my slappin’ hand or my other slappin’ hand?”
“You must want to wear handprints.”
“Oh, since you said that, I take it you’re ready to rumble.”
“If I wasn’t over here, I’d ruin you.”
“Come over here so I can ruin you.”
“Say it again so I can slap the words out of your mouth.”
“Oh, yeah, come over here and say that while I step on your foot.” (This one sent Wondergirl into a fit of the giggles. My feelings were slightly hurt.)
“It’s clobberin’ time!” (Then I had to explain to them what it meant to clobber someone and it took all the fun out of it.)
“What time is it? Time to kick some 12-year-old-butt, that’s what time it is!”
“You talkin’ to me? Boy, I’ll Jackie Chan you!” (Interchangeable with Chuck Norris and JCVD.)
“You wanna talk crazy to the Mom? Well, the Mom says this….” (This actually scared them a little, as they weren’t familiar with the Rock’s lingo and I was speaking of myself in the third person.)
“Don’t make me….” (This sentence ends in a variety of ways.)
“I’ll slap you over to Grandma’s house.” (She’d just make me come pick them up, and everyone knows I don’t feel like doing that.)
“You like CDs? Well see these fists!” (Actually, that one didn’t work because they don’t like CDs, only mp3’s and “mp3 these fists” makes no sense.)
They know it’s all in good fun, my actual punishments are quite sadistic. Like the time I made The Destroyer and Wondergirl clean each other’s room for fighting. For a week. Or when The Destroyer had to be Wondergirl’s servant for three hours after he said something mean to her—she absolutely relished it and contrived some of the most menial tasks possible, like fanning her nails dry. It was awesome, and it worked.
But they still enjoy my threats of bodily harm. They might be as off as their mother.
Do you randomly threaten? Or are you a good parent? (If you are, you can’t sit with us.)