I really think that was the grossest (is that a word?), but in another thread I posted that I rode my little orange pedal jet to the corner and that was a big no-no. When I turned around to come back I saw my Mom walking toward me with a switch with the leaves still on the end
(good for snapping). I knew I couldn't run, because I would get it even worse. I just stood there moving from foot to foot saying "Mommy, Mommy." Needless to say, I never did that again and stayed within my boundaries. Nowa days that is considered child abuse, but I never thought of it that way...I knew she loved me.