I'll just report myself to DHS

Well, it turns out history does repeat itself. When I was little, I was BAD! Imagine that, right? Anyway, one day I was in the grocery store with my mom, being a brat, and she had enough. She spanked me in the store and two little old ladies "Tsk, tsk" my mom for spanking my sweet, adorable, very much needed, ass.  Fast forward 33 years and now I'm the mom.

Last night I pick the girls up from school and took them with me to the grocery store, as usual. Grace started giving me a hard time in the car over a skunk. Yes, a skunk. I had no idea what to call the stuff they sprayed and/or who they spray when threatened. I told her to ask Daddy when we got home and the rest of the way all I heard was I didn't know anything and Daddy knows everything. Even though that got old, I couldn't really argue when it's over a skunk.

In the grocery store, Grace kept this up. She would ask me something I would give her an answer. Then she would tell me I was mistaken and that she was going to ask Daddy when we got home because he would know.

Finally, we're on the last aisle and Grace asks for something. I told her no, she gets out of the car buggy and spanks me on the butt. That was it, I had enough. I caught her by the arm, put my knee up, put her over my knee and spanked her little bottom. Told her to get back in the car and not to say another word.

Then Aubrey chimes in. "Mommy, don't do that to Grace. You scared me."

Before I can even answer the lady behind me pipes in with "Well, that scared me, too. It's not nice to give spankings."

There were a million things flying around my head to say to that lady. The only thing I could come up with that I figured would shut her up and make her butt out was:

"Here, I am happy to let you use my phone if you would like to report me to DHS."

And I got the reaction I was looking for:

     1) from the lady-Total State of Shock

     2) from Grace- not another problem from her for the rest of the night.