My parents reminded me this evening of one of my strategic childhood ploys to escape punishment.
As a young boy my parents used to encourage good behaviour by pointing to a framed picture of the Saviour and reminding me that Jesus was watching me. My little brain registered that information, and when I'd done something naughty I went over to the picture frame and turned it round so Jesus could no longer watch me. There, problem solved. I could now do whatever I wanted.
The downside was my parents now had an instant bad behaviour alarm. As soon as they saw the turned picture they knew I'd been up to no good. I'm sure I could have got away with a lot more things if I'd caught on quicker.
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