My mother was “infested” with children (btw, I think that is funny).
Five kids in 6 years and we would follow quietly behind her everywhere we went. How did she do it?
She’d paddle our asses right in front of God and everyone.
“If you embarrass me in public, I’ll em-barr-ass you right back.” The people at Lazarus (now a defunct clothing store) received a real good view of my brother’s butt.
Spare the rod, spoil the child was the foundation of our home.
Which is now largely another museum displays in the West.
My husband said the ONLY public tantrum he had to deal with his daughter at age three was quickly resolved by him kneeling down next to her and saying, “All these people are looking at you acting this way. They’re not looking at me.”. That shut her up pretty quickly and she didn’t try it again.