I'm sure that was a thought at the time, but my uncle had a talk with me after the hammer and nail incident, but the big one was hanging out in the closet in my bedroom with my brother and burning up all of Dad's smokes. That hurt a bit on the backside! I remember it was leather on a 5yo tush.
Now a days, you can just report to the freaks if you don't get the McDonald's Happy Meal when passing by the golden arches and toss your parents in jail.
