For instance, I recall having lunch with friends at the Awase Golf Course in Okinawa after church one Sunday. Sitting across from me was a 4 year old girl named Rokeisha. The poor girl was wrestling valiantly with her dessert and losing badly. A massive strawberry nearly the size of her little fist was stubbornly embedded in the ice cream and was shrugging off her spoon as if it were a mere annoyance.
Turning her big brown eyes in my direction she pleaded for my assistance in applying a little good order and discipline to the truculent strawberry. Being the kind of mentor that I am; I prefer to teach people to fish.
Finally the offending strawberry was pried loose and Rokeisha victoriously hoisted it up in the air.
“Good! Now ram that thing in your pie hole.”
This statement earned an indignant scolding from the girl’s loving mother.
“Hey! Don’t speak to her like that. I don’t want her to use that kind of language.”
“What do you mean? That wasn’t bad. Besides, she doesn’t listen to anything I have to say anyway.”
“Pie hole!” Rokeisha shouted gleefully, as she devoured the last of her strawberry ice cream.
Let me just say that there is no Professional Military Education which prepares you to deal with an angry mom.
More on the impact of words tomorrow.