The other day Tyson and I were in Sportsman's Warehouse when we came across some dutch oven stirring spoons. They just happened to be small, medium, and large. A light bulb went off in my head. It must have been my up-bringing coming out. There are many stories of the dreaded "death stick" my mother wielded. So I decided to make some paddles for the kids. I named them, put their names on the appropriate size, and hung them on the wall next to the "Thou shalt not whine." sign. Now when I feel myself losing control of a situation, all I have to do is say, "Ok--go get your stick!"
I think it is hilarious---the kids on the hand, they aren't amused.
