My parent's disciplinary tools included el zapato, el cinturón, la rama del árbol, la espátula, el matamoscas y la regla. My dad would send me to the closet to pick the belt and no matter which one I picked, they all hurt like el infierno. As we grew older and would reminisce about the "good 'ol days" about azz woopins, each story would be somewhat exaggerated. Shout out to Willie Barcena for such great cultural comedy!!!
My mom and my dad did try to talk to me, but I was beyond discipline. I needed a whoppin’ Not everybody is the same and we can’t discipline our children the same way. It worked for me though. I’m just glad that my parents give up on
First, you give your child a stern warning, then you have a conversation with him, after that, you have to discipline. You can’t always reason with the child that’s why they are children. Doing nothing is worse than a whooping.
When your parents do, nothing is when they don’t care about you. Not our children are the same and discipline comes in many ways. The worst parent is the one that doesn’t care
I disagree. It’s hard to reason with children because they’re at an age where they don’t reason. The job as a parent is to teach discipline by any means necessary…. any.
