My mum when putting me on the train in Victoria to go up to grandma and grandpa’s house up island:

“Be good. Make your bed every morning and help around the house. Don’t let grandma cut your hair.”

Grandma on the second day: “Hilary dear, come and have your hair cut.”

Me: “OK grandma.”

What was I going to do, say no? Pfft. No chance. This is grandma we’re talking about.