A serious response; feel free to skip.
My parents were great but I doubt most can gain insight from my experience. The were patient and taught me using logic and reason. The only place I ever got paddled was in school. I recall my father teaching me how to add and subtracting, then multiply by adding and divide by subtracting using simple numbers I could tally counts using my fingers.
When we would be in the car going somewhere for hours, he would create a problem like we left for Reno at 8:00 this morning and we are averaging 60 miles an hour in our Hudson (Yes they were still selling them in dealerships - I'm that old). A Red Mack Truck left Reno for Las Vegas at 9:00; it averages 50 miles in an hour. Were do we meet? I would first figure out, with his help, what I need to answer the question and what I didn't need like the make and color of the truck. We would reason together; we had gone 60 miles before the truck left; then another 60 miles when the truck had gone 50 miles. With some assistance I now knew we were 120 miles closer to Reno and the truck was 50 miles closer to Las Vegas. Another hour would pass and we had gone 180 miles and the truck had gone 100; Another hour and we had gone 240 and the truck 150 miles. The next hour we had travel 300 miles and the truck 200 miles. My father would say something like how far is it from Vegas to Reno and how far apart are we and the truck. With help and some prompting I would realize should have passed or be about to pass.
As I got older, like almost Kindergarten age, he made the problems more complex and taught me limits; something I really appreciated when I took calculus. He used scenarios like the tortoise with a hour head start and the hair that ran 10 times as fast as the tortoise walked. We would go an hour then 6 minutes, then 60 seconds and much later I realized he had modified Zeno's paradox about Achilles and the Tortoise. My father also taught me simplified electrical engineering, Morse code and tube theory;this was before I ever heard of a transistor which was about third grade (1954 or 1955) when Japanese battery powered transistorized radio appeared in stores.
My mother was 42 when she married my father, only marriage of either them. They meet during WWII, my mother who had been a primary school teacher; typically grades 1 to 8 in one room schools. They were both working in China Lake for the war effort and both considered themselves Nevadans, not Californians. They married on after VE day and before VJ day. 15 months later I was born; their only child. I say this because my mother, a bachelors from Smith and Masters from Columbia never work again in her life; she devoted all her time to being a mother. She taught me about primary colors and how to mix them to form other colors, how read, speak some French, and a juvenile version of American history. I showed up for my first day of Kindergarten and was promptly put in the first grade. I don't see that happening much in today's world
We had a truck farm with 60 to 70 laying hens, two dozen turkeys incubated in the spring and butchered in the fall, a yearling castrated calf which was obtained in the spring, fattened and butcher in the fall. This meant chores and feed those critters, moving sprinkler pipes, killing gophers, water orchards, picking fruit and I was expected to do these while my mother prepared meals, did laundry and kept the house clean. My father, except on weekends was at work during the day. At night, we would sit around the dinner table and talk; about school work; baseball, which way we would go back to upstate New York where my paternal grandmother lived and Connecticut where my Aunt, mother sister lived. With my father help and a bunch of road maps I would plot an efficient but different route to and from the east coast; trying to repeat as little as possible of previous routes. I had been in 46 states (There were only 48 and no route I could come up with went through Florida or Maine. That was before I started eighth grade and Alaska and Hawaii became states. Mom had veto power over my, father assisted routes and a week before we would leave on summer vacation, Mom would drag out a list of states were Polio had broke out that year and I would have to re-route around those states. My parents included me in any serious discussion of what me might do, or what was happening in the rest of the world; from Brown versus the Board of Education to Sputnik. I had a subscription to Scientific American, a set of encyclopedias to learn on my own. My parents, an electrical engineer for a father and well-educated mother, who felt their primary task was to raise and mentor me.
If this was 65 years ago, there would be another parenteral classification; dedicated parents who involve their children in all aspects of life. My advice (Thought I'd never get to it) would be establish house rules; insist your children contribute to the household by having assigned chores (making their beds, washing dishes, feeding the dog, etc..) just things to make the child feel he or she is integral part of a family and teaches responsibility. Don't assume a six year old can't enter in to a rational discussion about any subject on the news; they'll get irrational perspectives from their peers, you teach them to understand the perils and pitfalls or today's world and they will make better choices in the lives. Mentor more than dictate.