My mother and youngest sister, Prudence, recently went to California for her mother's 80th birthday. While there, one of my aunts was harping on how, more than thirty years ago at my grandmother's (third) wedding, when I was a crabby napless toddler, I threw a fit and was sassy to my mother. How could my mother let me get away with it? Why didn't she just spank me? How could we grow up to be disciplined, well-adjusted adults?
This prompted Prudence* to say to my mother, about this aunt's daughter: "She lives in her dad's old double-wide. And that tells you everything you need to know."
*Who is an ICU nurse.