Once my father yanked my little brother out of his chair, took him outside and whipped the daylights out of him for saying out loud in the (remember those?) Zider Zee Seafood restaurant, "Look Dad that lady is drinking beer!" I kid you not, rudeness and bad manners were never allowed at any time in my 50's family, and I have the battle scars to prove it, a knuckle that never healed properly after a spanking with a belt is still enlarged to this day. I loved my Dad and he was right! Spare the rod, spoil the child!