When I was young, my mother had a wooden spoon that she named 'Jemima' - which she also painted a smily face upon. While it was never used, the threat of 'Don't make me go get Jemima' was enough to keep me relatively in check. That's good parenting.
I think it's why I turned out so normal.
I like pants!
I think it's why I turned out so normal.
I like pants!