One thing that I always wanted growing up was a Jeep and a motorcycle. As long as I can remember I got the "not as long as your living under my roof" speech.
She wasn't all that happy when shortly after graduating college and getting my apartment in Georgia, I went and bought my Jeep, and Harley.
I had a bus driver during my elementary school days that used to tell us that if we lied, our belly buttons would fall off. For some reason, that had me more worried than anything that my parents had told me about telling lies.
Other than that, my mom was pretty good with carrying out her threats. She really did call my dad on me and my brother. She really did wash our mouths out with soap. She really did "tan our butts" with the belt.
Prolly the worst is the last time that she ever took my brother and I to the grocery store with her. As soon as we got in there, despite her best efforts, my brother and I were GONE! We were at that age, and height where we realized that we could finally reach the signs that hung down in all of the aisles.
Imagine the horror of my mother as she's going up and down each and every aisle QUICKLY getting her groceries and searching for us at the same time, noticing ALL of the signs swinging back and forth only to turn the corner and catch my brother and I in action.
The other one that I remember is at the hair stylist. My brother and I were 6 and 8 I think...something like that. But we had our Matchbox cars with us to keep us occupied while she was getting her hair done. That didn't remain quiet for too long. We were slingin' the cars from one end of the shop to the other, and it was a LONG shop. She tried SO hard to get us to stop while sitting in that chair, and keep a smile on her face. The stylist/owner even had a talk with us. Nope. That didn't work either. I don't remember what method of discipline was used once we got home, but I do believe that mom blew through every stop sign and went around every corner on two wheels to get us home...I remember her repeating over and over and over..." I'm gonna kill ya's....I'm gonna kill ya's...." Like I said, I don't remember what the punishment was. I fear I may have blacked out and lost that memory, but I'm not sure.
And she wonders why I'm not in a hurry to have kids of my own.
0-90 between stop signs...and in the suburbs (eitherwise known as Squareville), there's ALOT of GD stop signs! 
*ahem* RR and I are waiting for your answer.
Soooo, I shouldn't mention that they'll be able to start selling him his own groceries out of the kichen too??