Hotwheels
Scott Mclean
Okay folks, you get two in quick succession today.
Mom was the one who would swat us and seldom did Dad do the deed. Dad had a weapon we refer to as the McLean glare. He could stop you in your tracks and make you cringe with just a look. It must be hereditary.
Lilli remarked that she could swat one of the boys on the rear and they might say “That didn’t hurt!” On the other hand she said I could make them cry with just the glare.
I think maybe the Neanderthal brow intensified the look!
Anyway, back to the tale. At the time, hot wheel tracks were popular and Steve was trying to assemble one with a vertical loop.
Mom had told him twice to go fill the water trough for the cows but Steve ignored her. She yelled for him to get to it and this is the gist of his reply.
“If you want the damned things watered so badly, do it yourself!” Oh Steve, Steve, Steve.
She swatted him on the rear end and of course he said “That didn’t hurt.”
Wrong move again.
She picked up the nearest thing at hand which was a section of hot wheel track. She swung it with the result being a swishing noise and a yelp from little brother. The light went on in her eyes with the result. I was mainly innocent but got swatted too.
I need to make a statement here. The swats did no lasting damage and probably did some good in our upbringing. I sometimes think the world wouldn’t be going down the toilet if parents and to a certain extent, teachers still practiced discipline.
Bye again.