I had to take several lessons before it got through my thick skull.
My first lesson, and its still as real as my last meal, was being 4 and wanting this little horse figurine at k-mart and not wanting to deal with haggling with my mom. So while she went to another aisle I put it in my pocket. My mother knew this and waited until we were being checked out and said in front of everyone "Ryan what is in your pocket?" I froze in complete shame. And then for effect, she took it out of my pocket, put it in my hand and told me to follow the "manager" back to the aisle to put the horse back in the right spot on the shelf.
The walk of shame. Agony.
I "cheated" a few times after experiencing this, but it was half-hearted and I learned my lesson
Lmao. Brutal.
I had to take several lessons before it got through my thick skull.
My first lesson, and its still as real as my last meal, was being 4 and wanting this little horse figurine at k-mart and not wanting to deal with haggling with my mom. So while she went to another aisle I put it in my pocket. My mother knew this and waited until we were being checked out and said in front of everyone "Ryan what is in your pocket?" I froze in complete shame. And then for effect, she took it out of my pocket, put it in my hand and told me to follow the "manager" back to the aisle to put the horse back in the right spot on the shelf.
The walk of shame. Agony.
I "cheated" a few times after experiencing this, but it was half-hearted and I learned my lesson
Dang, right back at you. That is a rough patch for a four-year-old...
I have little doubt that our mothers would get along famously. As would their sons...
Indeed mate!
Powerful story.