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How did I end up being the disciplinarian?  I always figured myself for the mellow parent.  But, as it turns out, I’m the one that is usually the first to say, “Okay, that’s enough.”  Now I don’t beat my kid because it doesn’t work and I don’t believe in it, as I have mentioned before.  Some folks think that I must just let my kid run wild, and maybe, by their standards, I do.  If you come to my house you’ll see that my kid climbs on the couch.  It’s a couch.  It’s not an antique, it’s not made out of crystal, but it is fluffy and comfortable and sturdy.  Let him climb on it.

I learned quite a few interesting hand gestures from my parents.  Most of them aren’t fit for polite company, mind you.  I also don’t believe my parents intended to teach them.  More than likely I just picked them up with a child’s crafty ability to mimic what they see.  In later years I suppose some of those hand gestures might even be considered useful.  A man needs to know which finger to wave at another driver when he gets cut off in traffic, for example.