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I was about 7-8 years old when my mom asked me if I knew where my Play-Dough factory toy is: With this toy you applied pressure on a lever to squeeze out Play-Dough out of one of many changable formed shapes-- hearts, a plus sign, etc. Kinda like having a toothpaste tube squeeze out toothpaste in different shapes. Pretty messy toy, too.
Anyway, I couldn't find it. My mom made me look for it some more. I thought this was odd because she never asked where *any* of my toys were, much less this one. And it sure was odd that I couldn't find this one toy that she requested for me to find... And just as odd she had a wicked gleam in her eye as she saw my confusion. I filed that look away for future processing.
After a lot of confusion on my part, I admitted to her that I couldn't find it. I was punished for "losing" this toy with a light spanking and being grounded for the weekend.
Thirty years later I know she deliberately threw the toy away, took pleasure in my scurrying around to find it, and enjoyed punishing me for the "loss" that she caused. Gotta maintain discipline with the kids, no matter what. That's my mom.
bitch.
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