ithink he ws about 8. im not recommending it as a parenting technique,although i did expand on it right until he was about 16 - then he knew i was full of shit.
i told him that he gets three chances as a child off the police.
he got caught giving his brother a lift on his handlebars of his bike the police (WHO ROUND here clearly had nothing to do) pulled over and put him in the car and told ds2 to walk the bike home.
anyway i told his to be careful cos that was his second chance out of three.
when he was 15, he accidentally broke a window playing cricket. the homeowner ( clearly a sourfaced old bastard) told him to get in his car whilst he took him to police station. "i wasn;t getting in his car mum" ds told me later - quite right too i thought. so he actually i - shit - you - not ...waited for the police outside this guys house.
that was his third chance - which shit him up actually cos the police put himin a cell for a couple of hours becore coming for me - they took his DNA, removed his shoe laces and left him alone.
which i thought was a really fucked up shit thing to do.
so i called a brief and everything ( for a borken window)
fuckers