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Originally Posted by mcjaredsandwich
Dad's police belt, but that was only a couple of times.
However, Mom broke two wooden spoons on me.
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Ha! This was my mom's weapon of choice.
One time when I was little I was at my grandmaw's house when she was cooking and she grabbed her wooden spoon out of the drawer to stir the pot. I screamed and took off running out of the room. Apparently, I did not know that the wooden spoon was a multi-use tool and could be used not only for making backsides red but also for cooking.