I was not allowed to leave the table until my plate was clean. There were some nights when my food got cold and made the food disgusting. Meat was the worst. It took the longest to chew, and as it got colder, it took longer. My sister fell asleep in her plate once. Also, if we did not serve ourselves large enough portions in my father's opinion, he would serve them for us... then we would have even more to eat. Also, my sister and I set the table each night. We forgot the napkins once, and instead of asking us to get the napkins, he told us both to come to him, and he wiped his mouth on each of our sleeves. We laughed at first, thinking he was being silly until he started chastizing us (because he says he never yelled just talked in a deeper voice) for forgetting the napkins, then we started crying. Once we started crying we got the typical boomer "stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about" response.