When I was seven my brothers and I stole all of my dads hammers. For some reason or another we each wanted to put our own holes in the wall of our bedroom, so we did. My mom caught us, and my dad was supposed to spank us as our punishment. He had no problem spanking my brothers(strict), but my dad had never spanked me, I was the good kid and daddy's little princess. He decided he didn't need to(permissive) because even without being spanked I was still crying from my mom yelling.