When you are little, and up to no good
, there is only one thing you really fear. Not the boogie man
. Not Biff, the 5th grader who keeps taking your lunch money
. Not even Mrs. McFlurry, the greatly feared homeroom teacher and hander out of recess detentions
. None of these things can hold the abject terror
of one single phrase:
Don't make me get my shoe!
You know you are in deep shit if you hear these words uttered from the mouth of a parental unit 5 times your size.
You know you will get only one warning.
You know that the punishment will be harsh and swift.
You know there is no escape.