The wooden spoon of death (or so I thought)

So Nicky has entered the stage of rebellion. He is on his way to
regular spankings. Tonight, as I watch football, he is writing with
crayon on the couch. Does he know not to do this? Well, let's say he
writes more on furniture than in books and it has landed him many a
correction. I had already warned him several times today he would get
a "pow-pow" if he did it again. He ignored my instruction and
therefore merited a "whooping". I go and get the wooden spoon of death
and turn him over and deliver a paddle on the leg. I feel bad after
just one hit and cease my disciplinary actions. As I turn to return
the spoon to the cabinet I hear a chuckel and the follow up words
"daddy nudder spaking." He thinks I'm playing a game and wants more! I
bust out in laughter and it hits me for the first time....."this is
gonna be a fun ride."

Kids rule!