All right, I've got a banger for you. This comes from my paternal grandmother, known as Nonnie:
"Is there something wrong with *your* hands?"
This was her whole mindset. She raised 10 kids and taught all of them how to do chores, how to sew, and how to do basic cooking.
Which means that the minute some kid says, "Mom! Somebody spilled milk in the kitchen!"
The response was, "So? Clean it up. Is there something wrong with your hands?"
There was no "Ew, sparky ate a bird! Look at the mess! Let mom find it; she will clean it up!"
When I was a baby/toddler, my mom was a stay at home mom and had become overwhelmed. She was responsible for all of the housework, plus all of the childcare for a terrifying little gremlin (me.) she spoke to her mother in law, with whom she was very close, sharing her anxiety about the situation. "He wants me to manage all of this, and have dinner on the table when he gets home, with meat, and potatoes, and homemade bread. I can't keep up! I'm a nursing mother!"
My grandmother looked at my mom, and said, "My son. He wants those things? Is there something wrong with his hands?!?"
Nonnie believed that if you saw something that needed doing, and you possessed any ability whatsoever to address it, it was your moral responsibility to do something about it. This applied to chores, the needs of others, injustice, and more.
Nonnie was from the Greatest generation, and some of her opinions were hot garbage, but some of her values were priceless, including this one.
