• BarneyPiccolo@lemmy.today
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    5 months ago

    My wife was waiting for me by the exit of Target with my infant son, and a lady rushed up with her cart, a baby in the baby holder, said, “Here, watch him!” and ran in the rest room.

    I walked up, and saw my wife with another baby, and said, “We can’t afford two, we’ll have to return one,” and she told me the story. I thought it was hilarious, and couldn’t wait to meet this woman when she came out of the bathroom.

    She eventually emerged, and thanked my wife for the help, and I said “You weren’t worried about handing your daughter off to a stranger?” And she replied:

    “No, she already had one, I knew she wasn’t about to steal ANOTHER one!”

  • BartyDeCanter@lemmy.sdf.org
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    5 months ago

    I’m so feeling this this morning. I asked the 4yo if he wanted cereal or yogurt for breakfast. He screams “I’m not hungry! I want mama!”, runs to his room and slams the door. Two minutes later he comes out and punches me in the dick while I’m making lunches.

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      5 months ago

      I love hearing other parents have asshole kids, because it reminds me that I’m not alone.

      • Darren@sopuli.xyz
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        5 months ago

        My kid went through the same phase all kids do of refusing to go to bed.

        So one night he’s grabbing on to the baby gate at the top of the stairs like a con in a prison movie, screaming and yelling. I’m at the bottom of the stairs trying to ignore him.

        He fixed a stare directly at me, stopped screaming, and shit in his pants.

        So yeah, 100% of parents have arsehole kids.

  • burritosdontexist2@lemmy.world
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    5 months ago

    So this one time I was like three and being too quiet. I don’t remember this. Apparently I had climbed up the upright grand piano and gotten scared of heights. I pressed myself against the wall and was whispering “help” over and over. Not too loud, because I was worried I’d get in trouble for climbing on the piano, but I needed help.

    I was a high energy child. I learned to stop my bicycle at first by jumping off it onto grass hopefully and letting the bike crash. It must have been a nightmare for my parents to watch. So any extended silence was suspicious.

  • Kühlschrank@lemmy.world
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    5 months ago

    … but if you were to call the cops on me at least it would be a brief yet welcome reprieve from parenting while they come to the inevitable conclusion that he is mine and they don’t want him around either