That’s because, my Mom was not a thrower. My Mom’s sandal could lock in on your backside alright…repeatedly. Most Hispanic kids tell tales of a flying chancla that, once thrown, could lock in on their location until it made contact.
The one of choice had a thick leather sole and hurt like hell. My Mom would spank us with a designated flyswatter when we were younger but then when she figured out that it wasn’t as effective the older we got, she started using one of her sandals.
This was mostly due to the fact that she was a stay at home Mom and my Dad went to work every day except Sundays. Growing up, my siblings and I feared my Dad more than my Mom from a disciplinary perspective yet it was my Mom who was the actual disciplinarian in the house.
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