If everyone in my family and friends had called me
The Beaver, I'd have run away from home and joined the circus.
Beaver Cleaver?

That remains one of my favorite all time old TV shows.
As a kid, I remember thinking that the way the Cleaver parents always calmly and rationally discussed their children's issues, and then tried to deal with them compassionately and logically was just about exactly how it was in my house. It was a good example for simple right living. Hard to find that on TV for a long time.
Except for that episode when Beaver brought home a monkey. I'd have never gotten away with that.
Man, you were raised much differently than me and my brothers. My Dad would have died laughing if someone would have suggested explaining things calmly, compassionately, and logically to his kids. His rule was absolute. No explaining, no understanding, no nothing. You did what you were told ! And you had better say "yes sir" as you accepted your punishment.
But the funny thing is, I wouldn't have wished it any other way.

Maybe some of us had friends like Lumpy!
My brother had plenty of friends like Lumpy.
