That's what I would do :)

From L. E. Williams (RN), Falmouth, MA in the November, 2011 issue of Readers Digest:

When I met five-year-old Timmy, he was in the hospital with broken legs. He'd chased a ball into the street and was hit by a car. Six weeks later, as his discharge nurse, I asked, "The next time your ball rolls into the street, what will you do?"

Timmy replied, "Send my sister."

Make sure you can tell the difference!

submitted by planetproctor.com for the October, 2011, Readers Digest:

Mitch was losing his shirt at the racetrack when he noticed a priest bless the forehead of a long shot lining up for the fourth race. Lo and behold, the horse won. Just before the fifth race, the priest did the same to another horse. So Mitch placed a small bet on it and won.

That day, Mitch raked in serious money following the priest's lead. Before the last race, he saw the priest bless the forehead - as well as the eyes, ears, and hooves - of one of the horses. Mitch bet every cent he had, then watched the horse come in last. Dumbfounded, he hollered at the priest, "What happened? All day long, you blessed horses, and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse, and he lost!"

"That's the problem with you Protestants," said the priest. "You can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites."

Training Works

From November, 2011, Readers Digest - citing gcfl.net:

Our daughter had adopted a stray cat. To my distress, he began to use the back of our new sofa as a scratching post.

"Don't worry," my husband reassured me. "I'll have him trained in no time."

I watched for several days as my husband patiently "trained" our new pet. Whenever the cat scratched, my husband deposited him outdoors to teach him a lesson.

The cat learned quickly. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa.