I think that the saying nobody told me or showed me is dumb.
Or they get sent to live with Uncle Randy for a couple of months, right? Grrrrrrr.
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Hey! Grrrrrrr.
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That’s the plan, correct?
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Either that or they’re likely to be in drug rehab by the time they’re 18, which is what happened to my husband’s first cousin.
My husband’s grandmother was overbearing and domineering, so my uncle-in-law wanted to do everything the opposite way with his own kid. He tried to accomplish that by hardly having any rules or discipline at all. My husband’s first cousin was sent to drug rehab before his 18th birthday.
The pendulum apparently swung way too far in both directions in these cases that you’ve mentioned. Of course, at good ol‘ Uncle Randy’s ranch, things would have been run quite differently if you had sent your little darlings before it was too later. You balked, though, and I booked.
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