When I was about 11 years old, I had to go out in service with my mom, younger brothers, and the circuit overseer. My younger brothers and I sat in the back seat all morning listening to my mother "kissing up" to the CO)...it was truely sickening. As young children, we really did not know what was going on but sensed a different behavior from our mother. We started acting up, and the CO started counseling us.
After he got through berating us, I remember saying something like this stinks and I want to go home.
When I got home, I had the tar beat out of me by my father, becuase I had embarrassed my mother so badly in front of a big shot.
I learned to keep my mouth shut.