By Joy Lynn Clark December 7, 2021 As a child, some of the kids from my block in U.P. And I played, “whoopin Mama”. We would select a player as the whoopin mama and they would grab their belt. We then would chide them – hard. We would make faces, turn around and shake our butts, and if we were in the garage we would even make a mess – just to unleash the whoopin mama. “You bad kids!”, hollers the whoopin mama. “Clean up this mess,” yells the whoopin mama. “OK mama” answers the good kids. But one kid always has to be a smarty pants. Whichever kid was…