My younger sister used to babysit a little boy. Kid followed me around constantly, asking me questions. Because my summer job had me working nights, this was not fun for me.

One day, he asks if our parents ever spanked us, and I said no. "Well, how did they punish you when you were bad?"

So, I pointed to the corner of the patio, brick walls on two sides, and a pile of spare bricks. I told him that, when we were bad, Mom made us stand in the corner, and she would throw chunks of brick at us. We were allowed to dodge, but if we got hit, that was our punishment.

He scoffed at this. Well, my sister has a scar between her eyes, from chicken pox. I said "Ryan, you know that scar sister has? Brick. She was too slow one day".

Well, he was playing with one of Mom's emery board nail files, and when I told him that, his eyes got big and he broke the file in half. I was like, Oh, dear, that's a brick waiting to happen.

Afew minutes later, I go inside to talk to my Mom, and ryan comes running in "Please, Mrs Squig, please don't make me stand in a corner and throw bricks at me! I'm sorry!".

In the end, he told his parents the story, and they started having my sister care for him at their own home.