Warning:. Post may trigger persons who have been victims of abuse.Pop..pop..pop..pop..pop..pop..popβ¦the percussion of Daddyβs belt flying out of his belt loops would have brought me out of a coma. Of his various approaches to discipline, βSpontaneous Combustionβ was my specialty and the one I experienced most, being both clumsy and a smart mouth. Things could be rocking along just fine till someone – usually me – broke a dish, made a smart remark, or embarrassed Daddy.Β Β Though I never set out to be βsmart-aleckyβ, I could always count on my big mouth.Β What I thought was funny, didnβt always amuse him. I carefully memorized jokes, even if they were way over my head, to tell at just the right moment. My judgment of the right moment was poor, such as when we had the preacherβs family over to Sunday dinner and I told loudly a joke Iβd overheard on the school bus.Β Continue reading