Well, my grandmother had a trick when she was younger, when a kid acted out of line, she would turn her rings around so that the stones were on the palm (she wore more jewellery than Mr. T), and slap them in the face, sometimes after having them tied to a chair so they couldn't move.
She was also staying at my house after something had happened, however, she called her husband (she was married a few times), he was slightly inebriated, so she booked the first flight back to America, and decided to write the flight number on a condolence card, and skipped her own son's funeral.
So, it's a good thing she died in another country. For everyone involved.
