Gosh just realized I was born in 1947, but, I wasn't reading about headless chickens at that time. I was probably bonking parents and older sister on the head with my baby bottle.
Father was fond of telling me I would throw the bottle after I finished it, and had managed to whack everyone on the head or torso many times. Well I was just a baby, why didn't they go elsewhere once I had a bottle on hand. BTW baby bottles were glass then.
I never had that problem with my son - he was breast fed - which of course convinced my parents & brother & sister that I was weirder than they first believed.