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Jacob1z
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I like games like red dead redemption 1 and 2
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Funny, Parenting
50 Painfully Funny Posts Of Kids Ruining Their Parents' Days, As Shared On This Online Group
Hey Pandas What Is Your Favorite Red Dead Redemption 2 Mission
A quiet time, the mission from chapter 2 where you go to the valentine saloon to go drinking with lenny
kteabrown reply
If you ever ran out of toilet paper whilst on the toilet, you had to sing the "Stranded" song or else no one else in the house would bring you a roll.
mosaicevolution reply
My dad made a rule that I had to kill seven flies a day during my summer break.
CharlieChooper reply
When I got in trouble I was put on "reading restriction" as a punishment. I loved to read as a kid (still do!) so it was an effective punishment at the time.
missdontcare_ reply
Maybe it's not a "house" rule. But when I was six my mom told me that if a behaved she would let me skip school on Saturdays and Sundays. One day my teacher said "see ya Monday" and I knew
JetScootr reply
Any of the kids (7 of us) can play with any toy that is left out. The owner of the toy can't take it back until whoever's playing with it is done. If the toy is put away in the owner's room, permission must be asked.
anxiousjellybean reply
My mum used to pay me to be my own babysitter between the ages of 10-14 or so. The rule was that as long as I didn't make a mess and I'd put myself to bed by the time she got home then I got $10 in the morning.
motorbike-t reply
When I was really young I had a “night night bell”. It was this old clay bell(?) that hung in the kitchen, and when I had to go to bed I got to ring the bell and everyone would come say goodnight and then I would go to bed. Not really a rule, but a weird little ritual in our house.
Ushouldknowthat reply
No curfew as long as I told my mom where I would be. I was always honest bcs I loved being 16 with no curfew.
dahaoab reply
If you couldn't find something, and you asked someone for help (sibling or parent) and they found it for you, they got to punch you in the arm.
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Cassie adopted me when I was 1 and she was 7. We’ve been together through thick and thin. My human has moved us around a lot but she always takes me with. Sometimes, Cassie would have no money and she would still prioritize keeping my food dish full and my litter box clean. She also leaves the sink faucet running 24/7 , because she knows I like my water crisp and straight from the tap. I guess you could say she really loves me! Here’s where I may be the cloaca: My Cassie decided she wanted to see her human litter across the country. The thing is, as soon as she left, I started to get sick. Like really, really sick. The strange human checking in on me noticed that I wasn’t eating. I knew I was already on the last of my 9 lives, but I was hoping I could at least wait for my Cassie to come home. I tried, but I couldn’t hang on any longer. My human has been crying her eyes out ever since. She put my urn and collar next to my favorite sink and sometimes leaves the water running for me. I feel awful about this, but I don’t think I’m coming back, and I think deep down, Cassie knows this too. I’ve assigned Cassie’s other pet, a dog named Tracer, the duty of watching over her now in my stead. AITC for leaving my human?
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AITC for yell at dad when take babies? (OOC: Dolly is my foster cat, she can’t be spayed until her babies are adopted in case anyone asks why she has babies. Will post cat tax when I’m out of school. Never written one of these before sorry if it sucks) Hello. I Dolly, I not know my age, and I have lots of babies! 6 whole babies! I love them very much and temporary dad loves them too. I love dad so much! I follow him everywhere even though he tells me to ‘not get attached.’ I not know what that means. I like to sit in loaf in sun on dads lap and talk to him. He is good dad. Except one thing. He takes my babies! He picks them up and puts liquid in their little mouths and puts them on a plate with numbers on it and tells me ‘Yay! Your babies are growing!’ I don’t care! I want my babies! I know dad would never hurt babies, but I express my displeasure by yelling at dad even after all my babies are back in box. Dad pets me and feeds me and I am teaching babies that dad is good dad so they don’t hiss. But how does dad repay me? By making babies eat yucky juice! And he makes me eat it too! He says it ‘medicine’ and that babies have ‘a cold.’ I don’t care! I show my displeasure by yelling. Dad says he trying to help but I no believe it. AITC?
vtfb79 reply
“How?” - I got this one from a negotiating book by Chris Voss - former FBI Hostage Negotiator, lots of parallels for parenting young kids. How can we go to the playground if you don’t put your shoes on? How can we put dessert on your plate when there are vegetable in the way? How can you have fun tomorrow if you don’t go to bed? It flips the script on my kids - instead of giving orders, I’m trying to help them get what they want (by having them do what I want) and asking them for the solution. Yeah they can get smart and give chippy answers, but you just keep asking them how….
DrPeterVankman reply
This may sound ridiculous but it has helped me immensely. I get terrible anxiety attacks from time to time, and my brain basically convinces me I’m seconds away from dying. When I start to go down this spiral, I tell my brain in Samuel L Jackson’s voice “I don’t remember asking you a GODAMN thing!” Ever since I started doing this I find myself either chuckling or feeling empowered that I told my brain to stfu for once
whomp1970 reply
If you whisper to a crying toddler, they'll quiet down to hear what you're saying. If you make your words almost imperceptible, they will really quiet down. And if you mumble and throw in some words like "ice cream" or their favorite TV show, it works even better. EDIT: I'm shocked at how many replies said "this also works in a prison on inmates".
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Funny, Parenting
50 Painfully Funny Posts Of Kids Ruining Their Parents' Days, As Shared On This Online Group
mosaicevolution reply
My dad made a rule that I had to kill seven flies a day during my summer break.kteabrown reply
If you ever ran out of toilet paper whilst on the toilet, you had to sing the "Stranded" song or else no one else in the house would bring you a roll.dahaoab reply
If you couldn't find something, and you asked someone for help (sibling or parent) and they found it for you, they got to punch you in the arm.CharlieChooper reply
When I got in trouble I was put on "reading restriction" as a punishment. I loved to read as a kid (still do!) so it was an effective punishment at the time.Ushouldknowthat reply
No curfew as long as I told my mom where I would be. I was always honest bcs I loved being 16 with no curfew.missdontcare_ reply
Maybe it's not a "house" rule. But when I was six my mom told me that if a behaved she would let me skip school on Saturdays and Sundays. One day my teacher said "see ya Monday" and I knewmotorbike-t reply
When I was really young I had a “night night bell”. It was this old clay bell(?) that hung in the kitchen, and when I had to go to bed I got to ring the bell and everyone would come say goodnight and then I would go to bed. Not really a rule, but a weird little ritual in our house.
