Things my mother said to me or one of my siblings:
Shut up that whining! Do you think you’re the first kid that ever had a broken arm?
When my brother complained she’d whooped him five times that day. ” I know, Son. I’m sorry I neglected you. I had four other kids to whoop.”
When we complained we didn’t like the food: “Good, maybe they’re will be something left for supper.”
If that horse throws you and breaks your leg, don’t come running to me!
Don’t mess with that snake. The head’s just as dangerous as the rest of it.