In all honesty, I am not one for beating kids, or even spankings, (except when they REALLY deserve it) Ok so I am a softy, but anyway....
I am sure I have mentioned it before but for those new to my insane world, the guy I work with has two daughters, one... the eight year old.. I have affectionately named Slug.
Some how I was talked into teaching said child to ride her bike. We (mom and two daughters, dad was busy with other work) went to the park the other day to work with her new bike. We did the pushing her once around the parking lot, so she could get used to balancing, then she jumped off and ran to a swing. (that was the end of her bike lesson for the day
) Her little sister, about to turn four, whom I have lovingly named Monkey... decided she wanted swings too.
(Mental picture) "Uncle" Ed at the park pushing two little girls on the swings. That's when MOM leaves for a bathroom room break. Seconds after mom is gone, both girls want to run and jump and climb on the junglegym they have at the park. Driving me into the ground while they are at it. ( I really don't think I was made for coraling a 3 year old while trying to catch an eight year old on a slide.)
After she gets back, MOM figured the kids could use a snack. We go back to the van, I sit in my nifty three wheeled lawnchair
, and the Slug , loving little angle she is, climbs in my lap to eat her sandwich. To which I tell her, "You're gonna get crumbs all over me."
And her reply....(another mental picture) Dark haired little angel sitting in my lap eating a Peanut-butter sandwich that is falling apart as she ate, slowly tilts her head back with a big grin and says, "That's okay, Uncle Ed, 'cause you love me."
Kids... sometimes they can be such stinkers, I don't even think BarBQ sause would help.