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It’s trouble when kids are too quiet



Sometimes we get so tied up in our day-to-day activities, our mind gets centered on things which are really not very important to begin with and we often overlook things that we should take note of.

Children, for instance, will often come up with some ones if we will pay attention to them. Often we will just let things escape from memory only to surface at a later date.

For instance, our two oldest sons were playing and had gotten too quiet. My wife went to check on them, realizing that when a child or children get too quiet, something is not right because it is nearly impossible for a kid to be quiet. They had a hole made in the ground and were pouring gasoline into it, lighting it, and running their toy cars through it.

It was under an addition I was building on to the house where there was not very much ventilation. It’s a wonder they hadn’t got destroyed along with our home.

To make a long story short, you can ask either one of them today, over 30 years later, and they can tell you all about the worst whipping they ever got from dear old dad.

The good book says he that spareth the rod hateth the child, and I sure don’t hate my children, so I don’t believe in sparing the rod, which can be any number of things.

Far too many people today can’t tell you where their children are half the time, much less what they are doing. And when one of them gets into trouble, it is always the fault of someone else because their kids said so, even though they had no idea of where they were or what they were doing.

One time when my youngest son was about four years old, he was sitting on the porch steps being real quiet and enjoying himself when suddenly he went into the house and told his mother that he needed some Tylenol because he had an awful bad headache. My wife felt of his forehead to see if he was running a fever. Although he didn’t appear to be running a fever, he did look awful pale, so she gave him a little Tylenol and he stretched out on the couch. Some time later my wife went out onto the porch and there under the steps was a twist of my Red Ox tobacco, the reason our son looked a little peaked.

And that’s all from the funny farm till next time.


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