Yeah, I think I do remember that from a general psych class. I also remember thinking how much I love my dad for going out to play football with me, the preschool aged boys in my neighborhood, and their dads when I was 3ish - and out-stubborning the other dads on my behalf.

That might not be such a big deal now, but back in the early 70s, in the midwest? Huge. Dad also let me have a skateboard when I was 5 (even built me a ramp) and bought me Tonka trucks and Matchbox cars instead of Barbie dolls when I asked.

My dad *rocks*.