Or, if I had a really silly day.. he would always say.."you're going to be crying before the days over." I always was, because I always went just a bit too far....
One thing I remember about growing up...my mom was a funny kind of gal...she had a lot of problems which we never really realized until much later in her life...she was probably clinically depressed, and had severe mood swings while we were kids...sometimes she just went a bit looney, and she became an almost too strict disciplinarian...it was always dad that rescued us kids from her, when she went overboard...
He put up with quite a bit from her, but never ever thought of leaving her...he loved her so, and we kids saw that...we knew that even when she wasnt quite right at times, Dad would be there to make things right...