Another blog had an entry that reminded me of one of my own parenting moments. As I recollect, Number One Son was misbehaving, and so The Darling Wife-Mark I and I imposed some limits: grounding or some such thing. We observed that a repeat performance would elicit a spanking.
He responded, “Well, I’ll just call the police!”
I smiled. Told him to get his shoes, and get in the car. Now.
We had a leisurely drive to our local small town police department. I asked if I could speak to an officer. The nice desk lady asked, why?
I responded, “This child just informed me that should he require a spanking, and I administer it, he will call the police. I simply do not want to wait. May I speak to an officer, please?”
She bade us sit, and soon an officer arrived. I introduced myself and Number One Son. The officer asked, had I spanked the lad yet?
I replied, no, not yet.
He asked, in what manner would I spank the child?
I responded, with my bare hand, since the point was not pain, nor injury, but, rather, recalibration of his behavior. Once my hand started to hurt, likely my purpose had been accomplished.
So, the officer asked, you intend to spank this child, if other measures do not change his behavior, in order to discipline him?
Yep, was my answer.
“Isn’t that kind of your duty as a parent, to correct misbehaving children? I do not see anything you are describing as actionable by me. You’re simply doing your job as a dad.”
I turned to my son, and asked, “Do you have any other questions for the nice officer?”