In the shadow of the Cane3

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  Finally, towards the end of our meal, her daughter asked if she could have ice cream. My friend said ‘no’ but the girl insisted she wanted an ice cream and threw a teeny weeny tantrum. At this, my friend gave her daughter another strict look. She widened her eyes, pursed her lips, and looking straight at her daughter, she asked: “Do you want the cane when we get back home?” And that’s all it took. The girl teared up, shook her head and cozied up to her mum. My friend kissed her and let it go.