Ha, ha. So true.
My mother was a strong Italian woman who ran the house with an iron fist, so to speak. But when things got out of hand with the kids she turned to my father warned us and that kept us in line. We were more afraid of him getting p*ssed at us than what any stranger might do to us. He kept us in line, but fear of his anger kept us safe from weirdos and degenerates.
We were very respectful of my parents, my dad had two jobs and mom was an educator. I tried not to get my dad upset because I knew he was working too hard but my two older brother got whipped because they didn’t listen. They were rascals. We knew better except for my two brothers.
Ha, ha. So true. My mother was a strong Italian woman who ran the house with an iron fist, so to speak. But when things got out of hand with the kids she turned to my father warned us and that kept us in line. We were more afraid of him getting p*ssed at us than what any stranger might do to us. He kept us in line, but fear of his anger kept us safe from weirdos and degenerates.
We were very respectful of my parents, my dad had two jobs and mom was an educator. I tried not to get my dad upset because I knew he was working too hard but my two older brother got whipped because they didn’t listen. They were rascals. We knew better except for my two brothers.
"Boys will be boys" - lol
That’s right. Happy Easter