Against corporal punishment, but not very
About a dozen years ago, I was back home visiting from my young-adult life in the city, sitting around drinking coffee with my mom and my sisters, when I suddenly heard my much-younger brother crying out in pain. I jumped up. “Where are you, buddy?” I called out.
The others reacted differently: they laughed at me. “Dad’s giving him a spanking,” my mom explained gently. “Not a sound you’ve heard in a while?”