I’m sure there will be lots of judgement associated with this post, but I’ll subject myself consciously.
A few days ago, my twins got out screens during non-screen time, not once, but twice. The second time they tried to hide their malfeasance by locking themselves in the playroom and hiding behind a piece of furniture. I had threatened them with spanking after the first offense thinking surely they would never dare…and now I had to follow through on my threat or lose all credibility for life.
So I marched them into their room and gave them both a perfunctory smack on the pants thinking surely the humiliation and indignity of the very fact of spanking would be punishment enough. Haha. No. I think the problem is that we routinely give them love pats on the bum, and this was no harder than that. Salty had a big smile on his mug after his spank which I knew meant, “That’s what all the fuss was about? Big freakin’ deal.” And Peppers? Peppers gave me a hug and announced, “I want two spanks.”
I kid you not.
Later that day when I took them to the gym, I told the attendant about their crimes and asked that she put the “No Computers” stickers on their backs. Salty took it in stride as he is much more accustomed both to breaking rules and to being punished for it. Peppers, however, flew into a frantic torrent of tears and apologies begging for mercy like the attendant was going to beat him with a tire iron rather than put a sticker on his back. It was awesome to behold. And thus we see that the sticker is more powerful than the spank.