What that kind of strict upbringing did to my late mother. Oh yes, she adored my grandfather. And she thought that his kind of strict discipline is something good. I can only imagine.

And I remember as a 6-7yo (i received antibiotics for 2 years), how proud I was for being able to tolerate the pain of injections without tears. I also remember in occasion when I wanted to say something and raised two fingers, my mother considered that cute.