All this happened, more or less.

A grandfatherly gentlemen walks along the street followed by a crying ten- or eleven-year old boy. The gentlement is clearly annoyed by all this fuss. He stops, turns around and tells the boy:

- Your mother is trying to do what's good for the family. God is not going tolerate your complaints. He is not going tolerate fighting in the family. He is going to get upset and will take away all our money.