When someone got mad, it was always my mom. When someone wanted to lay down the law, it was always my dad.
When someone slapped us in the face, it was always my mom. When someone had to give us an official spanking for doing something really bad, it was always my dad.
When someone wanted to lecture us on how to be better Christians, it was always my mom. When someone wanted us to do chores, it was always my dad.
At least we knew what to expect from both of them.