In the Davis home, religious observance was not a matter of choice, but a matter of my father’s Vintage call of daddy parenting ops retro shirt . What he commanded, his children did, no questions asked. Sometimes these demands led to borderline physical abuse. One Sunday in Sacrament Meeting my father pulled me out of the chapel because I hadn’t been singing along with the hymns. He asked me why I wasn’t participating, and I showed him a sore thumb drawing my attention (which is totally unrelated to singing, but to an eight or nine-year-old, the story sounded plausible). My father then informed me that once we arrived home, more than just my thumb would be sore if I refused to comply with his request. And so, fear of pain became the motivating factor in my childhood church service.