RedHatDisney
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Jul 10, 2015
Grounded - from a planned and highly anticipated event.
No last names but is your first name Jeffrey? (Pardon if you're a girl, I don't know.) This is just the exact story of a co-worker of my mum's ages ago. Her little boy kept saying poopy and she made him suck on soap. Just amazing that it's the exact same word.The worst was the time I wouldn't stop saying "poopy." (Terrible, I know.)
My mom had me bite down on a bar of soap. I, however, bit down and then pulled back. I had a huge glob of ivory soap behind my top teeth.
One time, Mom kicked me out of the car 1/2 mile from the house & told me to run home. Then, she drove behind me honking the horn and yelling "FASTER" out the window. Yeah, she was pretty steamed.
Do you remember what transgression of yours merited such punishment?
Once when I was about 14 and was being a typical teenaged brat, my parents told me to walk home from the store we were at, about a mile away. It didn't faze me a bit. I started walking, and about a quarter mile down the road they stopped to pick me up. I probably got some further punishment when we arrived home.
About 17 I was grounded for reasons I don't remember and couldn't go to an All-Important Party at someone's house.
Nope. I'm not Jeffrey. I am a girl. And I never said poopy over and over again like that again!No last names but is your first name Jeffrey? (Pardon if you're a girl, I don't know.) This is just the exact story of a co-worker of my mum's ages ago. Her little boy kept saying poopy and she made him suck on soap. Just amazing that it's the exact same word.
Worst punishment for me was to go to school. So, I got punished on a daily basis.
Well, somewhere out there out there, you have a naughty wee twin!Nope. I'm not Jeffrey. I am a girl. And I never said poopy over and over again like that again!
I found my mom's hiding place for my Christmas gifts one year- I opened them all, saw what I got, then closed them up again. I'm sure I did a sloppy job, and when she went to put the presents under the tree, she discovered what I had done. She only put out one or 2 of the gifts- the ones she had made and couldn't return to a store.
On Christmas morning, I opened the very few gifts I had and looked around for the rest. Mom then informed me that I wouldn't be getting anything else since I snooped. She returned the rest of the gifts in the next few days. That was a really sad Christmas for me, but I never tried to peek again!