Modern discipline is a bit different than in the good old days. The kids come back from school with a fridge magnet with the Childline phone number. A constant reminder for beleaguered parents to stay on the straight and narrow – or else.
And the language of the kids is appalling. All this modern hip hoppy music. ABBA would never have dared.
After a recent lapse from No1, it was time to take action. Warnings had been given. She was testing me. Curious to see if dad would follow through.
The trouble with kids now is they try to take things to the edge and don’t understand that a threat has to be carried out. Otherwise it’s meaningless. They’ll cotton on pretty quickly. And then you’re really in trouble.
Boom. Pushed me over the edge. Enough is enough. Better to nip things in the bud nice and early.
The Wife was curious, probably puzzled. Did this happen north of the Watford Gap. I don’t think they did proper disciple in her family. New age liberals.
Got hold of No1. A bit of nervous laughter, probably thought dad won’t actually do it. He knows about Childline. Under estimated dad. Big time.
At the sink there’s a fair bit of wriggling. Actually quite difficult to keep a grip and get a lather up at the same time.
Unfortunately, posh soap doesn’t taste as bad as the soap in the olden days. When they made it natural and ethical they may have had potty mouthed children in mind.
But ever since the language has been perfect. Even with posh soap.