Today, as I was bustling to an appointment -- with baby in tow in the baby carrier --in a part of Paris we've never been to, we passed in front of a kindergarten just as school was letting out.
One little guy, who must have been not much older than three, scrunched up his cute round face under a brown mop of hair and whined his displeasure to a woman I presume was his mother.
She turned towards him and said:
If you don't be quiet, I'm going to give you a spanking as big as a house.
He instantly stopped whining...and started crying.
I would have too, if I were in his shoes.
How about you?