The Naughty Chair

I feel that this is taking the naughty chair to a new level, don't you?
It is balanced precariously above a busy main road and is obviously earmarked for a child who is not a cherubim.

In the dim dark days of the sixties, seventies and eighties when I was bringing up my brood of children, there was no such thing as a naughty step or chair. A sharp smack delivered to the miscreant's backside was enough to ensure some sort of punishment; the kind of delivery done throughout the animal kingdom by parents to their offspring.

This was not a beating, merely a statement of disapproval for bad or dangerous behaviour. I certainly do not approve of the old habit of belting school pupils for the slightest reason.

Nowadays there are many time wasting words and warnings before the child is banished to the naughty chair, followed by much effort in keeping him there for the allotted time.
This is considered much more civilised than striking a child which will surely make him turn to violence when he grows up.

I have to say that my children have grown up non violent and well behaved.
They of course, in tune with modern thinking, do not smack their children but spend a lot of time discussing the current misdeed before showing them the red card and banishing them to the naughty chair, but hopefully not outside a window one storey up.