Spankings

Branden and I spank our kids. There, now you know. It's an involved process, with a lot of warnings, talking and hugging afterwards.

One afternoon, McKenna hit her sister and I sent her to the bathroom. We discussed the wrong-ness of her actions and she got a spanking. She cried, I hugged her and she went outside to play. As the screen door was closing behind her, I heard her tell her friends that she just got a spanking. I just shook my head and didn't think anything more about it.

A few afternoons later, Madelynn committed a spanking offense and was sent to the bathroom. She stood very still and quiet while we discussed what she'd done wrong. I thought this was strange, because she's usually freaking out by this point. When the time came, she put her hands straight up over her head, dove across my lap and took a deep breath. I spanked her. Nothing. Again, strange because Madelynn is a little dramatic when it comes to spankings. (Very hard to imagine, I'm sure!) I gave her a hug and sent her on her way.

Later that evening, we were driving to dinner and Madelynn told her Daddy, "I don't cry anymore when I get a spanking." Which I confirmed.
"Why not, Madelynn?" Daddy asked
"My friend (from next door) told me that if I hold my breath while I get a spanking, it won't even hurt."

Ah hah.