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Tinyman said:
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I have 3 children. One Millennial, and the other two are Gen Z. When my middle child was 11 or 12, he decided he needed to call the police to report child abuse after I had swatted his ass for doing something stupid. The deputy that responded deserved a friggin medal! He took my son out onto the porch to question him. I had the window cracked to listen. After having convinced the deputy that he was in fact being abused, the deputy gave me a wink and told my son to go gather some belongings to take with him. My son returned with a pillow case stuffed with his most cherished belongings. The deputy started to sort through the pillow case. He pulled out the charger to a Gameboy. He asked my son for the Gameboy and promptly gave it to my youngest son. Then he asked my middle boy if he had a cell phone. My son took it out of his pocket and handed it to the deputy. The deputy then handed it to me for safekeeping. He then asked my son if he had a different pair of sneakers to change into; something not as nice. He explained to my son that the older kids at the group home he was bound for would beat him up to take these things from him. My son said "group home?!!" The deputy then said "Where'd you think I was taking you, Disneyland?" My son quickly decided he deserved the swat I had given him........
 
Model 457 said:
I have 3 children. One Millennial, and the other two are Gen Z. When my middle child was 11 or 12, he decided he needed to call the police to report child abuse after I had swatted his ass for doing something stupid. The deputy that responded deserved a friggin medal! He took my son out onto the porch to question him. I had the window cracked to listen. After having convinced the deputy that he was in fact being abused, the deputy gave me a wink and told my son to go gather some belongings to take with him. My son returned with a pillow case stuffed with his most cherished belongings. The deputy started to sort through the pillow case. He pulled out the charger to a Gameboy. He asked my son for the Gameboy and promptly gave it to my youngest son. Then he asked my middle boy if he had a cell phone. My son took it out of his pocket and handed it to the deputy. The deputy then handed it to me for safekeeping. He then asked my son if he had a different pair of sneakers to change into; something not as nice. He explained to my son that the older kids at the group home he was bound for would beat him up to take these things from him. My son said "group home?!!" The deputy then said "Where'd you think I was taking you, Disneyland?" My son quickly decided he deserved the swat I had given him........
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As a humorous sidenote, growing up I had 6 siblings. Most of my younger life my siblings thought I was "dad's favorite" and treated me as such. I was smack in the middle with 3 older and 3 younger siblings. They were as relentless as merciless in their treatment of me. On my dad's deathbed, 5 us were there by his side. One of my older brothers had the balls to confront my dad about me being his favorite. My dad told my brother that he never had a favorite and loved us all equally. My brother then asked why all of my siblings regularly took ass beatings whereas my dad rarely disciplined me. My dad's answer surprised the hell out of all of us and my siblings suddenly felt very bad about how they had treated me throughout my younger years. My dad told us that I was the only child that could tick him off so badly that he was afraid he'd kill me if he "started in" on me. In reflection, I really was a pretty shitty kid! :ROFLMAO:
 
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