((((to all us great parents))))
*pours long glass of wine*
...I knew it was coming the day my son was born...I'd have to correct inappropriate behavior some day...
I forgot what it was exactly...he had just learned to crawl (6 Mo. old), and he was heading for certain doom (good part about learning to crawl...you don't have to take them everywhere they want to go. Bad part...They can now get everywhere they want to go.) after several vocal admonitions, He continued to lunge for the outlet/furnace/snakepit/whatever it was, so I took his wrist and tagged the back of it with two fingers.
He wasn't hurt, but he did start to cry. The look on his face was one of shock, and then he sobbed and hugged me. It was litterally bittersweet...I knew I had handled it correctly, but it still felt perfectly awful.
My most extreme case? Some will be appalled, but most will laugh for about two minutes and then say "that's not funny..."
He was 2...with his mom(still married at the time) and a friend in the living room he and I were playfighting on the floor. he was wearing training pants and heavy snow boots (foreshadowing)
I played "knocked out" and spreadeagled on the floor. He then stood behind me and David Beckhamed me right in the grapefruits.
I had NEVER been racked like that. My friend got sympathy pains, mom was laughing (men will never understand the pain of childbirth...women will never understand the pain of getting hammered in the rocks) and my son was also laughing, completely without remorse. Discipline is changing unwelcom behavior, and it was apparently up to me...
I grabbed him by the waistband of his training pants...
pulled him over a few inches...
and gave him a slight reciprocal tag in his speedbag...
and then resumed cradling my possilbly-permanently-inoperable plumbing.
I caught a glance of his face...yep, he now knew what it felt like. My friend nearly sprayed beer all over the carpet. Son cried to mom (now REALLY cracking up).
Horrible? possibly...but every accidental racking he gave me since has been followed by a profound apology. Is he scarred? Probably not...I related the story to him this summer (he's 6 now) and he also cracked up.
If I refrain from hitting him with a thrown camera, slamming his head into a washer, kicking him in the face with a cowboy boot or breaking a rake over his back, I'll still be an improvement over his grandparents.