At least Ziare never stole a cupcake.
Sadness
When I was like 4 or 5 and the family was poor, Mom would send me off to the great grandparents because she had to work.
I was to little to do man work, but would help grammer feed the troops, churning butter, making bread, donuts.
She never beat me and would put fresh butter on fresh bread (still warm) and sprinkle that with sugar and give that to me as a treat when the work was done.
My how the times have changed.
I was blessed with a good family, even though they were poor.