An incident from when our girls were in kindergarten.
My daughters were raised on a working farm where sharp spiky things and heavy machinery were commonplace, never mind the fact that kicking horses, pissed off cattle, electric fences, dams or snakes abounded, so from a very early age the word 'No' meant stop what you are doing immediately. 'leave it alone' and 'move away' were other commands commonly used - later, questions could be asked by the girls, and discussions could be held, but any command had to be responded to immediately. This allowed them to be part of what Dad was doing, and prevented them from being swathed in cotton wool.
As they grew older, the tight reign was dropped incrementally due to how they behaved and how they responded. By the age of five, the girls were good responsible kids who were allowed a largess that not very many other children their age were trusted with.
Sadly, our eldest, Faith was inducted into the social metamorphoses known as school - She was a good kid who listened to what her teacher said and wasn't a problem.
Anyway, one day we got a phone call from school asking if we could come in and talk about Faiths development, so we made the appointment and on the day, went down to have a chat with her teacher. After the usual chat had been had, the teacher recommended that Faith needed to have more activity in her daily life as her 'gross motor skills' were somewhat lacking
Now this was a child who played, ran, jumped, could play hopscotch, caught chooks, dodged cow and horse poo with ease when running though the paddocks, and climbed up into the cab of the tractor quite readily to 'help' dad plough so we were a bit mystified about all this.
The teacher went on and said that it came to her attention that Faith was 'just a little bit behind' when, as a lesson in self worth, she got all the kids in her class to stand on their chairs and Faith didn't want to - the teacher took this as an indication that Faith couldn't stand on her chair, or was scared to.
We told the teacher after her explanation that yes, Faith possibly wouldn't stand on her chair because at home, we didn't stand on chairs, we used a stepladder for that sort of thing, and that we used a chair to sit on.
Ahh, I see, said the teacher...I reckon she didn't though.
A few of Faiths class mates and their parents used to drop in for a cuppa and a chat come spring when there would be baby goats in the paddock, and so we'd go and let the children check 'em out but there would always be one of those kids [children] who would grab a strand of the electric fence [80 milliamps] even after being told not to - a hullabaloo was usually raised by the child, not so the parent - funnily enough, that child never did it twice.
In the case of little Indigo or Quentin, where's an electric fence when you need it.
.. Mrs Lloyd was a total bully and a bitch so my Dad wasn't that bad after all 
.. (My mate, with my help, ended up losing Mrs Lloyd a promotion to vice headmaster a couple of years later, she was punishing us for not being good enough at maths while at the same time sitting in her office smoking across the corridor .. after this, I was made to sit on a desk outside the classroom during her next lesson so then she was bollocked again because another teacher saw it and put a stop to it .. I couldn't give a shit either way. 
