As a parent, we are sometimies tempted to throw our authority status at the kids. Here's an example of exactly what not to do!
Parent to teenager after some strong verbal discipline-
"Where are you going?"
"Sheesh! I'm going to walk uptown to cool off, is that alright with you?"
"Sure, would you please pick up a couple of things for me along the way?"
(Teen, a wee bit softer)
"Oh, ok what do you want me to pick up during my walk?"
"Your feet and the usuall pace!"

My first reaction leaves me with thoughts entertaining negative connotations. My second reaction alerts my attention to the fact that self centeredness would divert left of center mobility and automatically track my thinking back to the self centered detent which would in turn lead me down the middle of my path. My third reaction cautions against being self centered in that it draws a very visible target for criticism with the bull's eye self centered directly against my character. My fourth and final reaction is that I really don't know, after flip-flopping my analysis corpusels, if self centered thinking is a positive or negative exercise. Tell me what you think?
Meanwhile I'll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill for positive exercise!

If people aren't good until they're awake
Let's wake up their senses for heaven's sake
a little push might be all it'll take
We'll see what difference a little shove can make!

Without a nudge they might still be asleep
contendedly snoring but still counting sheep
What tomorrow holds would just have to keep
While ambitions and goals lie on the floor in a heap.

A swift little kick in the seat of their pants
might make them think it's the morning dance
They might just wake up and start to prance
I think it be worth us taking that chance

If people aren't good until they're up and about
It's up to us to let goodness out
When they're finally awake then we can shout
If they really aren't good until they're up and about!

Why not? We have musical greeting cards, so why not an extension of that good idea? Whenever the checkbook was opened, a message in song would be aired. One could insert a smart chip into the cover which would make a wide selection of choice available. Anywhere from "Mary has a little lamb now she wants a horse!" to "You are my sunshine, my only valentine, you'll make me happy with a chocolate heart"! Or maybe when you're not planning on doing anything besides checking your balance, your checkbook cover would recognize that you had no pen in hand and so it would seelect a soothing, peppy little ditty like "The Musicbox Dancer" while you satisfied your curiosity. I'm interested in more song titles just ini case I run across that smart chip. Meanwhile, I'll run my treadmill powered scooter towards the top of that hill!

In my earlier old age I pitched horse shoes on a local team. There were several teams in the area so we got together in friendly competition. I did my share of practicing and got to where I could throw 30% to 35% ringers in any given game. There was another gentleman who would invariably throw 35% to 40% and beat me 95% of the time. So, what is so unusual about that? This gentleman was leagally blind and couldn't see the other stake 40' away. He could only see a fuzzy outline of the boxed in area around the stake. He would throw one horse shoe and ask someone where it landed. "About three inches to the right and an inch short." You could almost bet your future sweepstakes checks that his next throw would be a ringer. If he happened to throw the first horse shoe around the stake, you might as well mark him down for a double ringer before he even threw the second shoe. I often had to wonder which one of us was the handicapped player. If he would have considered himself handicapped, I probably would have never met him on the horse shoe courts. It gives my goose pimples when I think what a delightful display of will power he burned into my very being! It makes one ask, "What's the candle power of my will power"?