Not me so much as my baby sister. She refused to eat peas and liver and other nasty food. He’d hold her down on the floor furnace grating until she was burned like a checkerboard but that only happened in the winter if the furnace was on - and we had peas and liver. Me, I’d eat most things. I did get in a lot of trouble for eating Tide and spilling finger paint.
The older I get, the more I suspect he probably wasn’t even our real father.
Maybe that’s why men beat infants
Is that what you do?