I come from what we in Chicago call the Snoopy Life is better listening to Rainbow shirt in addition I really love this last generation of the belt. My father was a cop, so his belt was particularly nasty. This would have been all through the 1960s. If he came home and I had left a toy on the stairs, off came the belt. I was born in 1959, and was probably hit when I was around four. Once, I was in my underwear in bed, my dad had worked the 3PM-11PM shift. Off came the belt and I was whacked across my stomach and testicles, though I doubt the latter was meant to happen. At times, my dad would just hand the belt to my mother while he undressed or went to get a beer. Unfortunately, my mother had no aim, so I was hit everywhere, haphazardly. My sister has three daughters. They were never spanked, never grounded. To an extent, they are spoiled, and get what they want. Each went through stages and two of my nieces are doing well, one is ready for Harvard. The other, her twin, is difficult to be with. Their dad tells them stories about how he was hit by the belt (he is my age, 56), and at times I think that they should have been spanked years ago, not hard but just to know of consequences. Instead of being told to stay in their respective rooms for an hour. Thinking that might be wrong, it will always be one of my grey areas. Can’t help it. You should also provide them with opportunities and resources for growth. If your kid loves animals, take them to the zoo. Or even the creek in your local park. See how many different kinds of animals you can find living there. Ask your child about what relationships the different animals might have with each other. And if you’re not competent to make that call, then hire experts whatever. And that is a very tricky thing on their part making that call, but it has to be done. Buffett and Gates are either failed in this evaluation of their kids or got it right and are not telling anyone. So, our opinions about whether Buffy and Billy did the right thing is pointless and not valid since we don’t know much about the kids to pass on the cruel verdict. There’s nothing better than sharing your success and money with your loved ones. I’m a very smart person. I’ve created and made myself virtually out of nothing.
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Now God is aware of everything’s that happening at everywhere in the Snoopy Life is better listening to Rainbow shirt in addition I really love this universe at every point of time. Aware of each and every molecule vibrations, aware of each and every chemical reactions happening inside our bodies, inside our brains driving us to do what we do. What are we but self-sustaining systems that drive themselves through a defined mechanism of intake and removal of substances. When I was a freshman in high school, he used to drive me to school in the morning on his way to work. Again, no conversation at all. As a parent now myself, that one floors me because when you’re in the car with a kid, they’re trapped and have to listen. It’s an ideal time to have a conversation! Parenting tip, right there. You’re welcome. It wasn’t some issues with me, or some issue between us. It was that I wasn’t his child. Someone once remarked to me that some people can love another person’s child as much as their own, and some can’t. I think parenting was difficult for him due to his own father having been an abusive alcoholic, so all the effort he could muster went into his biological children. Even then, it wasn’t a lot. The difference between the attention my half-siblings received and what I received wasn’t enormous, but it was noticed by me when I was still a child. A small difference, but enough that I can honestly say I don’t really know what it feels like to have a father. But there are other do-not’s. Don’t do drugs. Don’t lie. Don’t kill. These clear and hard rules form the foundation for their future moral judgments. Then they turn 6 or 10 or 12 or whatever age when the brain can handle some fuzzier rules. Don’t lie, unless you could save your grandma’s life. Don’t kill, unless he’s a very bad man with six fingers on his right hand and he killed your father. But I know why he asked all those stupid questions. He wanted to hear one of my cool answers. Every once in a while he would hit on a question that would get me to give him an answer that made his day. When he asked other people “why does it rain? They would tell him that it’s Angels crying or he made God sad or something stupid like that. When he asked me he got to hear me go on and on about condensation and evaporation and warm fronts and cool fronts and humidity. I used words like “cumulonimbus” or “temperate” or “sublimate.” He found it interesting and he liked a real answer more than a cheap answer. He may not have understood the answers I gave him, but he liked them.