The following story is an excellent lesson in chinuch – chinuch with patience, understanding, compassion, and wisdom. My father zt”l was once in Los Angeles, in the home of Reb Eliezer Adler z'l. Rebbetzin Adler asked my father, "If your daughter asked for money to go to the theatre, what would you tell her?" My father had never encountered anything like that before and didn’t know what to say.
She said, "When I was growing up, in Yerushalayim, my friends were going to the theatre, and I asked my grandfather, Rebbe Shlomke of Zvhil zt'l, for money for the entrance fee. My grandfather gave me the money, and as I was about to leave the room, he called me back and said, 'You asked me for money for the theatre, and I gave you. But you should know my heart will break if you go there.' I immediately told my grandfather that I won't go to the theatre, not then, and not ever."
