... when I was a kid. I honestly don't remember my Mom yelling at my brother and I to leave each other alone while we ate breakfast in the mornings before school.
I don't remember her having to resort to threats of bodily harm to get us to stop kicking each other under the table, or flipping each other off.
I don't remember her holding restrictions over our heads to get us to stop any vocalizations which caused either one of us to whine, get mad or become enraged.
I really don’t remember breakfasts being this unpleasant during my school days.
Steve, do you remember anything like this on school mornings?