That logic makes zero sense. A kid isn't going to develop a fear of trees if Daddy beats the hell out of him with a branch - he knows Daddy was wielding it.
Just reciting what was taught in Psych 101 at Iowa State...
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That logic makes zero sense. A kid isn't going to develop a fear of trees if Daddy beats the hell out of him with a branch - he knows Daddy was wielding it.
THAT'S where I heard that from!Just reciting what was taught in Psych 101 at Iowa State...
With all the **** going on in the NFL, I'm curious to see how Goodell handles this.
Peterson estimated he “swatted” his son “10 to 15” times, but he’s not sure because he doesn’t “ever count how many pops I give my kids.”
I don't have a problem with physical punishment for children. But you shouldn't be leaving marks, especially in today's soft society.
Hitting your kids is just lazy parenting, imo. Well son, you've done something bad. Instead of timeout, or taking away something, I'm just going to hit you because hitting is how you teach people lessons!
At least we'll always have the satisfaction of breaking his collarbone in 2006.
That logic makes zero sense. A kid isn't going to develop a fear of trees if Daddy beats the hell out of him with a branch - he knows Daddy was wielding it.
Do you tinkle yourself a little every morning when you put your belt on or have you gone to just straight sweat pants all the time?When I was a kid, I was really good friends with my neighbor. Basically brothers. When we were at his house and we did something to **** his dad off, and we did so A LOT, his dad would take out one of his belts, fold it in half with a hand on each end of it. He would bring his hands together so the belt would fold up and down, then pull out real hard. The belt would make a really loud "SNAP!" sound.
His dad never "used" the belt on me, and I never saw him use it on his son, but when we heard that SNAP!, we sure as hell knew we had crossed the line, and we got the **** out of there.
I loved his dad like a second father growing up, but I was scared to death of that belt.
Fear the implement, not the parent.
Do you tinkle yourself a little every morning when you put your belt on or have you gone to just straight sweat pants all the time?