Time heals all wounds, right? Sure, sometimes. But that is not the case when you forgot to bring the sauce to a BBQ eleven years ago. Your own family will needle you on such an irreparable disaster for the rest of their lives.
People will remain salty about petty injustices, and there's not that much anyone can do about it. Someone might say something about forgiveness, but then no one would get to complain. So where's the fun in that?
Kids are no exception. Recently, Todd Dillard's viral tweet kickstarted a thread where parents share the verbal jabs their kids throw at them for the petty crimes they have committed. And let me tell you, they sting.
Todd said his daughter is a curious and kind girl.
"I remember scraping off the burnt part of the quesadilla and then serving it to her," he told Bored Panda. "The look on her face was like I'd made dinner by microwaving socks! I think I made meatballs for her instead."
This time, she did end up having a quesadilla. However, it wasn't burned.
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While research has demonstrated that very young children can recall memories with specific details, for memories of their parents failing to become autobiographical—part of the child’s life story and real to them—there must first be a developed sense of self and personal identity.
Interestingly, children do not fully develop a sense of self until they're around 1 ½ or 2 years of age. Having a sense of self, the “I” separate from others, gives a place for memory to be organized and develop personal meaning.
Needing a fiver to pay someone (decades ago, when paper money & physically meeting a person still was a thing, so maybe 2019 or so), I exchanged my tenner for two of their five. They still feel shortchanged, even though they're outstanding at math. I suppose it is a lesson in scarcity-added-value.
Although memory is not fully developed in infancy, the early childhood period (birth through age 8) is important for children in building and acquiring the development of memory.
Looking at memory development can provide parents with a new way to think about and plan for their children. Think of it like this, memory development not only takes you back to experiences that hold meaning, but it is a complex cognitive ability that is important in many aspects of thinking and learning, such as language and literacy, planning, following directions, problem-solving, reflecting, imagining, and the overall ability to form a positive sense of self. Our memory is vital to our everyday life.
Remembering starts with understanding. Children learn about memory by talking with others and by experiencing life within their environments. However, if children experience something that they do not fully understand, they are less likely to remember it (or to recall events correctly).
So adults play a significant role in helping children understand and remember.
The most important thing adults can do is to provide responsive, joyful, and nurturing interactions with children. Another quite important, yet simple way adults can contribute is by telling stories and narrating experiences, especially the ones they have shared with children. By doing so, the adult can revisit events, provoke thought, and even help children recall what they cannot remember. In essence, the adult is reconstructing the shared memory.
This brings us to language. It bridges understanding and helps in shaping memory. Adults can foster language with children by telling stories, retelling events, and asking questions that relate to experiences children have had. Questions that tap into the what, the where, the when, the why, and the how really help children gather details, descriptions, and emotions about the experience.
Eventually, children will start to ask themselves the same types of questions that the adults have been asking. As children look inward, ask questions, and try to understand their own thoughts, they are forming memories.
But in order for children to be able to imagine, they must use information that is stored in the brain (things they remember and understand). When they begin to imagine, the details recombine in a new way.
Along with fostering language, adults can cultivate children's imaginative play by using props, materials, and photographs–anything that sparks a connection to both past memories and to form newly imagined ideas. Drawing tools and materials are also good support for documenting, organizing, and illustrating past and forthcoming ideas.
When children start going to school, they must be able to process information to follow directions and remember classroom rules.
To process information, children need to categorize, understand, and respond to the message that an adult gives them.
But remember, before they can process a message, all parts of it must be understood. Since children have limited memory spans, they may miss part of the message, or even all of it, if they have to process too many things at once.
Again, adults can help children to remember and do what we ask of them by giving directions that are uncomplicated and stated effectively, such as “Please put the books on the bookshelf”. It is much better than “Let’s clean up.”
Also, use clear directives of what to do as opposed to what not to do. For example, it is better to ask children to “please walk” as opposed to “no running”.
My mom once undercooked the eggs she was giving to my dad for his lunch. He still asks her if he needs a straw to eat his eggs.
We can't stress this enough—it really helps when adults clearly explain the “why” of a direction. For example, when children are asked to put the books away, we might add that, “We need to put our books back on the shelf so we can find them tomorrow.”
The child doesn’t have to use any memory to wonder why they have to put the books away and can focus on the task and not the reason behind it.
Lastly, routines. They can also help children form memory. By repeating behaviors, children’s knowledge base increases and becomes more organized. Through repetitive routines, children can fully process information. Responses are remembered and become more automatic. Keep routines simple and consistent. Consider breaking activities into steps and introducing steps gradually.
Ooh I'd forgotten the time mom cut my sister's hair along with the top of her ear... So Much Blood. That used to come up a lot for a decade and a half, basically until she moved out.
Already ignoring the mental trauma of your child? You burned the waffles!!!
I googled 'scallop juice' and I still don't know what that is.
It's like the juice in the bottom of a roast; its like the lefotover marinate, but more like water; it tastes mostly like onions and bell pepper; don't recommend it in mac and cheese . . . .
Load More Replies...Does it matter? Is there anything those words could be that would be acceptable in mac and cheese?
Good lord why??? I don't use milk for much of anything anymore so I don't keep it around for the rare occasion that I make box Mac and cheese. I just use water and a tiny bit of extra butter. It comes out fine. I bought some goat milk once just out of curiosity because I like goat cheese. I wasn't very impressed with the taste, but when I used it in box mac and cheese because I didn't want to waste it, it came out tasting exactly the same as when I use cow's milk. That's when I realized it wasn't worth it to go buy milk whenever I felt like making mac and cheese. I did grow up on skim milk though, so maybe that's why using water instead doesn't change it much.
Ewwwwww. What TF is that? I assume liquids from a scallop...
My mom used milk she used to make coffee for boxed mac and cheese, and when she makes mac and cheese we say "NOT COFFEE MAC AND CHEESE!". Also she bought the wrong meat for tacos and we joke about "Cubed Beef Steak".
Also for the record it said he did it because he was out of milk not because he accidentally mixed up the two.
Load More Replies...So you have never been in the middle of cooking something and realized you were out of a necessary ingredient? If not you must be one scheduled and organized being.
It's sooooo hard not to do though, I've clipped myself accidentally so many times
Maybe you shouldn't have woke me up in the middle of the night for the last 3 nights.
Awww. I have these protein bars Injust started trying -brownie and chocolate chip cookie dough from Costco, very good - I don't want to share so I say it has coffee and don't show my 7 year old the pic. Surprised she hasn't read the ingredients like she enjoys doing I hope they don't draw pics of my protein bars.
I bought a bag of "cuties" (small tangerines) for my boy, who was 5 at the time. He refused to eat them and forbid me because they were so cute. So, there they sat until they became dried up, burnt orange balls. I threw them out. When he discovered this, he gave me crocodile tears and said "how could you do this to your own son" and he proceeded to tell everyone we met, how I threw out all his pets, that he loves so much. Now he is 9, won't eat oranges, and tells me often I am not allowed to throw away his cat, because I always throw away things he loves.
Kids? How about adults? My husband cut my hair one time with clippers. He pulled my bangs away from my forehead with a comb and ran the clippers across the comb. I asked "Did you just shave my eyebrow?" He says "No" then pulls the comb away and says "oops." He shaved half my eyebrow off. Funny thing is, my 5 year old son got ahold of his grandmothers razor during bath time and shaved off the same half of the same eyebrow. So instead of looking like an accident, it looked like an inherited genetic trait. Now anytime my husband offers to cut my hair, I respond with "No thanks, I like my eyebrows the way they are."
My son was born one day before his sister's second birthday. She's in high school now, and she still brings it up to both me and him regularly. Children never forget, unless it's something you told them to do.
My mum gave me half an onion wrapped in tin foil as a school midmorning snack when I was 5. It was supposed to be a cookie, but she grabbed the wrong parcel from the 'fridge. I still remind her occasionally (I'm 42)
My Mom reminds my brother about his short story test in grade 1. The question asked "What colour was the kings white horse?" My brother answered Brown.
My grandma (never known for her culinary skills) was baking a pot roast when her reading glasses fell off the top of her head and on to the roast. She didn't notice and cooked the glasses and the roast for a half hour. We still have the burnt melty frames to this day.
When I was 5 I asked my family what the name for native people of Scotland was "Are they like indian tribes?" I enquired of my loving family... 45 years later im still hearing about Scottish Indians...
I found this unique recipe for a mock apple pie and on a whim I decided to make it. It had loads of sugar and cream in it and tasted just fine but no one would try it, not even my wife.... That was the last time I made vinegar pie.... it only two table spoons of vinegar which you could not taste after baking.... Every time I go to make a pie or every time dinner is slightly off they remind me of Vinegar pie.
My children still bring up the "abuse." One summer I made them take a walk around the block for every hour of computer time. It gets brought up ALL.THE. TIME. Along with the fact they were the last ones in their class to get cell phones, I only bought whole wheat bread for a while, and I accidently killed the fish.
I was 7.months pregnant with my second child when my husband and I eloped. My daughter (who is 15) still brings up how her brother was at our wedding but not her (she was at grandmas having fun with cousins).
My brother was sick and Mom loaded the both of us into the car for a trip to the hospital. It was a long drive and I asked her to pull over so I could pee in the bushes. When I emerged from the brush, the car was gone. After about 10 minutes I began hitchhiking, at 6 all of years old. Eventually my brother commented on my absence and they turned around to fetch me. Sibling rivalry as it was, I'm surprised he didn't just keep his mouth shut.
One time when i was 8 or 9 my dad made me wait until 5 pm to pick me up from school, school ended a 3:30 pm. He was getting a f*****g HAIRCUT! I still use this to get stuff to this day...
I used to get bloody noses a lot as a kid. I had a really bad one one night and it was dripping out of my hands before I got out of the bed. I ran to my Mom and woke her up to tell her my nose was bleeding really badly. She told me to go back to sleep. She fell back asleep so I woke her up again and she told me I was fine and to go back to sleep. I ended up grabbing a bunch of tissues and it eventually stopped. There was blood all over my pillow and blanket and some on the wall.
My dad bought the carcass of a 1952 Mercedes Benz when I was 13 or 14. He's been telling me he'll fix it up for me. I'm 40 now. I still mention it every time I see him...It's almost done!
Adults do this to kids too. I became a vegetarian when I was 13. My immediate family and most of my extended family eats meat and I guess at some point I told an aunt that I won't eat anything with a mother, which is admittedly a very silly and sanctimonious thing to say. I don't even remember this conversation, although I do remember hearing someone say that on Malcolm in the Middle and it's the sort of thing I would have repeated back then. I see this woman once a year if that, but she didn't stop bringing it up every time we sat down to a meal until I was 26 and said, very casually and just to her, "That was 13 years ago." She's a lovely woman so she got the message and never brought it up again.
My daughter had trouble learning to rein in her gift of gab. She also had thin skin and a visible vein running from the corner of her mouth down her neck. She was understandably traumatized and began wearing foundation because I suggested her blabbermouth might have something to do with heavy blood supply. Happily for all of us, the vein has since receded.
I've got one! I call it the wedding cookie incident. So I was in my mom's room by myself watching a movie on her bed. She went on an errand. I fell asleep and when I woke up she had turned off the light and was on her desktop. There was an empty package of wedding cookies on the edge of the bed. She didn't have wedding cookies before she left. I was maybe twelve at the time and laughed at her for polishing off a whole box of wedding cookies. I still bring it up from time to time.
We have an almost 2 year old Surprise Baby. There's a 25 yr age gap between the oldest and youngest. I was induced the day before the oldest's birthday & he called a few days before that to ask if I'd have the baby the same day, because he didn't want to share it with the new baby. So our baby was born the day before the oldest's 25th bday & my husband's 57th bday was a week after the baby!
My mother's husband was teasing my son for is 3rd birthday, saying he was going to eat one of his "fraises Tagada" (a candy).... and he ate that "fraise Tagada". My son is 7 now and never forgave, never forget and do not trust him if food is concerned....
Not about kids, but my mother. When I was a teenager (I do not even remember how old I was, maybe 13 or less) I cutted my finger with a pizza cutter in a dumb way - and it never happend again. But since then, everytime I'd eat pizza, my mother remembered this episode, until last year. I'm 38 now
My son has never forgiven me for not allowing him to play football. He was a year round athlete and played several sports seriously. He wasn't just hanging out at home bored while his friends play football.
I have a hard time believing some of these, and others are so immature (people at the ages of 41, 51, mid 20's, in their 30's) to STILL be holding irrelevant and inconsequential things against their parents or other adults? GROW UP, for pity's sake!!!
Before I was born my mum asked my sister (who was 8 years old at the time) if she wanted a new brother or sister or a pony. My sister wanted the pony. She got me. She's never let me forget it even though it's hardly my fault my mum got her expectations up.
My family will never let me live down the time I called Canada "Canadia". I was in my 20s at the time.
My father burned okra sabzi twice. To this day whenever my father says he is going to make okra sabzi, me and my sister always ask if he is going to burn it.
Some of these are children getting back at their parents, restoring balance and equilibrium in the relationship.
I bought a bag of "cuties" (small tangerines) for my boy, who was 5 at the time. He refused to eat them and forbid me because they were so cute. So, there they sat until they became dried up, burnt orange balls. I threw them out. When he discovered this, he gave me crocodile tears and said "how could you do this to your own son" and he proceeded to tell everyone we met, how I threw out all his pets, that he loves so much. Now he is 9, won't eat oranges, and tells me often I am not allowed to throw away his cat, because I always throw away things he loves.
Kids? How about adults? My husband cut my hair one time with clippers. He pulled my bangs away from my forehead with a comb and ran the clippers across the comb. I asked "Did you just shave my eyebrow?" He says "No" then pulls the comb away and says "oops." He shaved half my eyebrow off. Funny thing is, my 5 year old son got ahold of his grandmothers razor during bath time and shaved off the same half of the same eyebrow. So instead of looking like an accident, it looked like an inherited genetic trait. Now anytime my husband offers to cut my hair, I respond with "No thanks, I like my eyebrows the way they are."
My son was born one day before his sister's second birthday. She's in high school now, and she still brings it up to both me and him regularly. Children never forget, unless it's something you told them to do.
My mum gave me half an onion wrapped in tin foil as a school midmorning snack when I was 5. It was supposed to be a cookie, but she grabbed the wrong parcel from the 'fridge. I still remind her occasionally (I'm 42)
My Mom reminds my brother about his short story test in grade 1. The question asked "What colour was the kings white horse?" My brother answered Brown.
My grandma (never known for her culinary skills) was baking a pot roast when her reading glasses fell off the top of her head and on to the roast. She didn't notice and cooked the glasses and the roast for a half hour. We still have the burnt melty frames to this day.
When I was 5 I asked my family what the name for native people of Scotland was "Are they like indian tribes?" I enquired of my loving family... 45 years later im still hearing about Scottish Indians...
I found this unique recipe for a mock apple pie and on a whim I decided to make it. It had loads of sugar and cream in it and tasted just fine but no one would try it, not even my wife.... That was the last time I made vinegar pie.... it only two table spoons of vinegar which you could not taste after baking.... Every time I go to make a pie or every time dinner is slightly off they remind me of Vinegar pie.
My children still bring up the "abuse." One summer I made them take a walk around the block for every hour of computer time. It gets brought up ALL.THE. TIME. Along with the fact they were the last ones in their class to get cell phones, I only bought whole wheat bread for a while, and I accidently killed the fish.
I was 7.months pregnant with my second child when my husband and I eloped. My daughter (who is 15) still brings up how her brother was at our wedding but not her (she was at grandmas having fun with cousins).
My brother was sick and Mom loaded the both of us into the car for a trip to the hospital. It was a long drive and I asked her to pull over so I could pee in the bushes. When I emerged from the brush, the car was gone. After about 10 minutes I began hitchhiking, at 6 all of years old. Eventually my brother commented on my absence and they turned around to fetch me. Sibling rivalry as it was, I'm surprised he didn't just keep his mouth shut.
One time when i was 8 or 9 my dad made me wait until 5 pm to pick me up from school, school ended a 3:30 pm. He was getting a f*****g HAIRCUT! I still use this to get stuff to this day...
I used to get bloody noses a lot as a kid. I had a really bad one one night and it was dripping out of my hands before I got out of the bed. I ran to my Mom and woke her up to tell her my nose was bleeding really badly. She told me to go back to sleep. She fell back asleep so I woke her up again and she told me I was fine and to go back to sleep. I ended up grabbing a bunch of tissues and it eventually stopped. There was blood all over my pillow and blanket and some on the wall.
My dad bought the carcass of a 1952 Mercedes Benz when I was 13 or 14. He's been telling me he'll fix it up for me. I'm 40 now. I still mention it every time I see him...It's almost done!
Adults do this to kids too. I became a vegetarian when I was 13. My immediate family and most of my extended family eats meat and I guess at some point I told an aunt that I won't eat anything with a mother, which is admittedly a very silly and sanctimonious thing to say. I don't even remember this conversation, although I do remember hearing someone say that on Malcolm in the Middle and it's the sort of thing I would have repeated back then. I see this woman once a year if that, but she didn't stop bringing it up every time we sat down to a meal until I was 26 and said, very casually and just to her, "That was 13 years ago." She's a lovely woman so she got the message and never brought it up again.
My daughter had trouble learning to rein in her gift of gab. She also had thin skin and a visible vein running from the corner of her mouth down her neck. She was understandably traumatized and began wearing foundation because I suggested her blabbermouth might have something to do with heavy blood supply. Happily for all of us, the vein has since receded.
I've got one! I call it the wedding cookie incident. So I was in my mom's room by myself watching a movie on her bed. She went on an errand. I fell asleep and when I woke up she had turned off the light and was on her desktop. There was an empty package of wedding cookies on the edge of the bed. She didn't have wedding cookies before she left. I was maybe twelve at the time and laughed at her for polishing off a whole box of wedding cookies. I still bring it up from time to time.
We have an almost 2 year old Surprise Baby. There's a 25 yr age gap between the oldest and youngest. I was induced the day before the oldest's birthday & he called a few days before that to ask if I'd have the baby the same day, because he didn't want to share it with the new baby. So our baby was born the day before the oldest's 25th bday & my husband's 57th bday was a week after the baby!
My mother's husband was teasing my son for is 3rd birthday, saying he was going to eat one of his "fraises Tagada" (a candy).... and he ate that "fraise Tagada". My son is 7 now and never forgave, never forget and do not trust him if food is concerned....
Not about kids, but my mother. When I was a teenager (I do not even remember how old I was, maybe 13 or less) I cutted my finger with a pizza cutter in a dumb way - and it never happend again. But since then, everytime I'd eat pizza, my mother remembered this episode, until last year. I'm 38 now
My son has never forgiven me for not allowing him to play football. He was a year round athlete and played several sports seriously. He wasn't just hanging out at home bored while his friends play football.
I have a hard time believing some of these, and others are so immature (people at the ages of 41, 51, mid 20's, in their 30's) to STILL be holding irrelevant and inconsequential things against their parents or other adults? GROW UP, for pity's sake!!!
Before I was born my mum asked my sister (who was 8 years old at the time) if she wanted a new brother or sister or a pony. My sister wanted the pony. She got me. She's never let me forget it even though it's hardly my fault my mum got her expectations up.
My family will never let me live down the time I called Canada "Canadia". I was in my 20s at the time.
My father burned okra sabzi twice. To this day whenever my father says he is going to make okra sabzi, me and my sister always ask if he is going to burn it.
Some of these are children getting back at their parents, restoring balance and equilibrium in the relationship.