I did the same thing, laugh at Mom. Unfortunately, Mom would say "wait till your father gets home" then the fear started to creep in until he got home. the mental anguish was terrible waiting for my discipline. You know the rest of the story once he got home.
Spare the rod spoil the child. It's just that simple.
Yes indeed, the waiting for my father to get home was AWFUL.
There was only one time I remember where my mom didn’t will until my dad got home. I talked back to her and said something I REALLY shouldn’t have, she smacked me across my face so hard I saw stars.
Then she proceeded to wash my mouth out with a bar of soap.
I never talked back to her ever again.
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk