Hitting/Slapping Children

Started by pintsofguinness, November 13, 2007, 11:35:08 AM

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Is it accepatble to slap a child?

Yes, why not, they're smaller they can't fight back
Only for Discipline
No, it's Child Abuse
Naughty Step approach

Gaaboardmod3

Thanks for that post Snowed Under. Hnb, I hope that suffices, and we can draw a line under this?

Isnt Diplomacy much easier than War? :D

his holiness nb

Quote from: Snowed Under on November 14, 2007, 11:55:13 AM
Just for clarification and to save and other misunderstandings whilst I think it was wrong to question the number of disabled parking spaces in a shopping centre; I did not say you parked in them; the thread at that stage was about allocated spaces my remark was flippant and in no way said you yourself parked in disabled spaces; hope that clears some confusion.

I'm happy enough with that. You never said I parked there as fact, it was the suggestion " Surely you ignore them anyways - seems to be the way!" which I quite reasonably took exception to.

But I appreciate you clarifiication.
Lets leave it at that, apology accepted.
Ask me holy bollix

deiseach

This thread is going the way of this exchange . . .

QuoteFour well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope . . .

Jim Slyp

What's the first thng your wife needs to do when she comes home from the battered wives hostel?

The phucking dishes if she knows what's good for her

stew

Quote from: Snowed Under on November 14, 2007, 07:39:25 AM
Quote from: stew on November 14, 2007, 01:23:03 AM
Quote from: Snowed Under on November 13, 2007, 08:45:29 PM
I beg to differ if more parents spent more time with their kids teaching them and spoiling them there would be no need for slapping - why can't you spoil the most precious people in your life?

because when you spoil them they become entitled wee feckers. a good boot up the arse  by your da never did any man any harm.

You dont love your kids any more than the next man because you spoil them.

People are losing the plot with this thread;  I never said I love my kids more than the next man; unconditional love is not mesurable but there are extremes of spoiling - rewarding them for good behaviour; spending every hr your not working with them; taking them to the zoo; park or whatever at the weekend; going to cinema with them etc to me is spoiling - is that going make them wee feckers - I think not.

Thats not spoiling them, that is being a good parent. Spoiling them to me is giving them what they want, when they want it, spoiling them is letting them get their way and making excuses for them when they act the maggot. Spoilt children are the ways that can behave any way they want and they get to act out in front of others without penalty.
Armagh, the one true love of a mans life.

shotstopper1

Quote from: pintsofguinness on November 13, 2007, 11:35:08 AM
you've a three year old who won't behave on a plane annoying all around them, you spend a hour shouting at them, telling them to sit down, be quiet, stop yapping etc - they still won't behave, what do you do?

A trick you could use if you're heading on a flight with young children is to buy some new toys,colouring books,hand held games etc (just small stuff,that they haven't had before)beforehand,and when they start to get bored produce them one at a time, this will keep them happy for a while. Flew to Australia last year (children 3 and a half and 8 mths) and Lanzarote this year and didn't have a problem.
Also the purchase of a good portable dvd player and a few dvd's would keep them intralled for a hour or two.