While Dad was driving (an Austin I think) we used to sit at the back and squabble as kids so often do (we were 5 and 6 years old.) Ma got angry and shouted at us many times, but we just ignored her.
One very hot day, she swung round and told us to 'Shut up!' swiping me across the face, knocking out my front tooth. I can remember screaming my head off, him stopping the car, and her saying: 'That serves you right, you would not listen!'
We drove off again as if nothing had happened, and that shocked me more than losing my tooth.
Mind you, the 'tooth fairy' did give me ten cents for it that night, which helped.
