On the Family Farm

Can’t believe that I am going to tell this story, but it is a memory from my childhood, and it happened on the farm. Today, it is pretty funny, I don’t think I was amused when I was a kid.

When I was really young, I enjoyed my thumb. Yes, I was a thumb sucker. Day and night, and there didn’t seem to be anything to stop me.

We were all down at the farm one Sunday afternoon, Mom and Dad, me and my siblings, and Pop. Me and Pop were really close, except for this day that I will never forget.

Everybody was just kind of enjoying the day, Pop and Uncle Jim, sitting on the well platform, and me running around in the yard, with my trusty ole thumb in my mouth. Pop got an idea to break me of that nasty habit. He decided to find a fresh pile of chicken poop, which he promptly stuck my thumb into it. Well, you know this young child thru a “shit” fit. It was loud enough that Aunt Millie came out from her kitchen to see what the problem was. You think I was angry? Well, as she was cleaning off my thumb for future use, she scolded Pop and Uncle Jim for their ornery actions. She promised in no uncertain terms, that this WOULD NOT happen again. Once My thumb was cleaned up, I was back to enjoying my thumb, and I was feeling pretty bad ass, cause Pop and Uncle Jim got put into their place quite handily. Now, I want to tell you that both Pop and Uncle Jim were a big part of my life growing up, and my anger of that day was forgotten soon, and they continued to be an influence in my life.

Moral of the story, if your young child is sucking their thumb, don’t use chicken poop to try to stop them.