When children transgress, parents are accountable for correcting them. However, each parent may have a different idea of "what is wrong." Sometimes parents may tell right away that their child is doing inappropriately, but other times they may doubt whether to discipline their children for getting into mischief when they are actually pretty good at it.
What is something your child did recently that you seemed to be upset about but secretly found to be impressive or amusing? questioned a Redditor recently. Parents shared a lot of fascinating stories on the trending thread. To read some of them, scroll down below.
I have to say, that’s brighter than most adults I’ve seen. He dealt with bypassing Password protection and his own inability to write using the speech function. That’s amazing!
She did. We got a call from the school. My ex and I had to stifle laughter while making to the principal. We exploded once we were outside, then had to rein it in once we met up with our daughter. Heh.
The kid who was bullying her left her alone after that.
Then he said its not my fault you trusted a first grader….. I could not force myself to punish him because he was right..They shouldn’t have taken his word . They should have called me immediately. After I explained it all to my husband we just started busting out laughing… And I thought damn this kid is clever. I then called the school and demanded an apology which they promptly gave me and I asked what his punishment was going to be and they said they would let me know soon as they could stop laughing….. He never did get that punishment…
Anyway she came home and told me she took both boys out. When I looked at her in astonishment she said
“Don’t worry though! I did it on the grass and not the concrete!”
I was amused and hella impressed. A year later and she is now best friends with one of the boys. :D
My sister and I were about 4 and 5 at the time, watching Peter Pan in our parents’ room while they were watching TV or whatever downstairs. My sister and I had seen the movie a bazillion times before and would play along with the movie, singing the songs and just acting silly.
I wanted to be Tiger Lily. I convinced my sister that to look like Tiger Lily, we could use our mom’s lipstick to paint ourselves red (thank you, Disney racism). So we go into the bathroom and lock the door, which we were strictly forbidden from doing, and covered our entire faces in lipstick. Even our ears. We were thorough.
Because we likely knew we would get into trouble for what we were doing, we were being really quiet. This was a red flag for our parents, and it wasn’t long before our mom was calling up to us to ask what we were doing. Apparently responding, “nothing!” in unison is another red flag.
Our mom came upstairs and tried to come into the bathroom, but we had locked the door, so she told us in her angry mother voice to unlock the door immediately. When we did, she couldn’t even imagine what she was going to open the door to. She said years later that it took all her willpower to not laugh when she saw what we’d done and found out why.
I pushed and pushed until we heard a horrifying crack of a cheap hollow door. The crack was about a foot long. We looked at the clock and realized we had about an hour before my mother got home. They had recently taken a door out of the mud room, so we went to the basement (after writing and signing complete confessions of the incident incase we got caught so one of us couldn’t flip it on the other), got that door, thanked sweet baby jesus the hinges were on the right side, and would have gotten away with it if she hadn’t come home early. (Cue us looking super guilty holding while forcing a hinge screw in place). We did eventually finish.
When she recounted the story to my father that night, he was like, “so wait, they stopped fighting and used teamwork to reinstall the door? I’m not grounding them! That’s awesome!”
While many were accepting of him wearing pink clothes and nail polish, some were not. One day, I got a call from the disciplinary superintendent at the school. He said “Mrs. Potatoisafruit, I want to preface what I’m going to say by telling you that I am obligated to call about any situation where physical violence is involved (my heart sank), but that I am by no means encouraging you to punish your daughter.”
He went on to tell me that one of the boys known for bullying this particular young man had pushed him down a small flight of stairs at the school. My daughter was so angry that she ran up to the bully and kicked him as hard as she could in the shin.
She did have to apologize to the boy she kicked. We did talk about never lashing out physically, no matter how angry we were. But I was so proud of her for defending her friend.
So I made a cake. And then had to go to the bathroom. I’m in the bathroom and we hear a :crash:! I come bolting out of the bathroom, my husband comes bolting out of the computer room, I stupidly presumed I had pushed the cake back far enough that the kid couldn’t reach it.
We step into the kitchen and see the cake and it’s plate on the floor, and half of it gone, and no kid anywhere. NOWHERE. So we’re freaking out. Searching all over. part of me pissed because I had spent all this time making this cake, decorating little marzipan chess pieces on it, etc etc and the little s**t had gone for it.
My husband tells me he thinks he found him. Under the futon. I get down to my knees and look and there he is, this totally guilty look on his face and half the cake clutched to his chest, shoveling cake in his face as fast as he possibly can before we can think to take it away from him. It was hilarious in it’s sheer cartoonish-ness. I was so so so pissed though because the cake was destroyed and I hadn’t even taken pictures yet.
But to this day we can’t help but think of it now and then when he asks for cake – he’s now almost 12 – and we tell him ‘Sure, so long as you don’t take it under the futon” He remains to this day, confused and we refuse to tell him.
A few days into wearing his glasses, I brought home a 5 pound bag of individually wrapped chocolates that I was planning on taking to the office in a few days. He had gone upstairs to his toyroom and he was being way too quiet for too long. I went up there and he was surrounded by wrappers, covered in chocolate. Half the bag was gone, and he was so proud of himself: “Mommy, I not need help to open them, so I not had to ask!” It was the first time he had been able to see where to pull to open the wrappers. I was so happy that he could finally see that I couldn’t be angry.
I had to tell him that he still needed to ask permission to take the candy, even if he didn’t need help opening it anymore. The punishment was his bellyache. Kid’s lactose intolerant.
I had to explain to her that she is four and if she feels I am hurting her feelings she should tell me but in a respectful way, but really I was kind of being an a*s cause I just wanted some goddamn quiet time and I was impressed she called me out on it.
What is something your child did recently that you seemed to be upset about but secretly found to be impressive or amusing? questioned a Redditor recently. Parents shared a lot of fascinating stories on the trending thread. To read some of them, scroll down below.
#1
Source: JamAndDai
I have to say, that’s brighter than most adults I’ve seen. He dealt with bypassing Password protection and his own inability to write using the speech function. That’s amazing!
#2
Source: Intestinal_Hurry
She did. We got a call from the school. My ex and I had to stifle laughter while making to the principal. We exploded once we were outside, then had to rein it in once we met up with our daughter. Heh.
The kid who was bullying her left her alone after that.
#3
Source: alwaysevolving1
#4
Source: profoundly_me
Then he said its not my fault you trusted a first grader….. I could not force myself to punish him because he was right..They shouldn’t have taken his word . They should have called me immediately. After I explained it all to my husband we just started busting out laughing… And I thought damn this kid is clever. I then called the school and demanded an apology which they promptly gave me and I asked what his punishment was going to be and they said they would let me know soon as they could stop laughing….. He never did get that punishment…
#5
Source: AMHRangel
#6
Source: farmyard_meedy
Anyway she came home and told me she took both boys out. When I looked at her in astonishment she said
“Don’t worry though! I did it on the grass and not the concrete!”
I was amused and hella impressed. A year later and she is now best friends with one of the boys. :D
#7
Source: anon
#8
Source: anon
My sister and I were about 4 and 5 at the time, watching Peter Pan in our parents’ room while they were watching TV or whatever downstairs. My sister and I had seen the movie a bazillion times before and would play along with the movie, singing the songs and just acting silly.
I wanted to be Tiger Lily. I convinced my sister that to look like Tiger Lily, we could use our mom’s lipstick to paint ourselves red (thank you, Disney racism). So we go into the bathroom and lock the door, which we were strictly forbidden from doing, and covered our entire faces in lipstick. Even our ears. We were thorough.
Because we likely knew we would get into trouble for what we were doing, we were being really quiet. This was a red flag for our parents, and it wasn’t long before our mom was calling up to us to ask what we were doing. Apparently responding, “nothing!” in unison is another red flag.
Our mom came upstairs and tried to come into the bathroom, but we had locked the door, so she told us in her angry mother voice to unlock the door immediately. When we did, she couldn’t even imagine what she was going to open the door to. She said years later that it took all her willpower to not laugh when she saw what we’d done and found out why.
#9
Source: rogersimon10
#10
Source: M80IW, shawnanggg
#11
Source: SigKapEA752, sebastiaan stam
I pushed and pushed until we heard a horrifying crack of a cheap hollow door. The crack was about a foot long. We looked at the clock and realized we had about an hour before my mother got home. They had recently taken a door out of the mud room, so we went to the basement (after writing and signing complete confessions of the incident incase we got caught so one of us couldn’t flip it on the other), got that door, thanked sweet baby jesus the hinges were on the right side, and would have gotten away with it if she hadn’t come home early. (Cue us looking super guilty holding while forcing a hinge screw in place). We did eventually finish.
When she recounted the story to my father that night, he was like, “so wait, they stopped fighting and used teamwork to reinstall the door? I’m not grounding them! That’s awesome!”
#12
Source: Subwulfer
#13
Source: Mr_Vorland
#14
Source: potatoisafruit, Kenny Eliason
While many were accepting of him wearing pink clothes and nail polish, some were not. One day, I got a call from the disciplinary superintendent at the school. He said “Mrs. Potatoisafruit, I want to preface what I’m going to say by telling you that I am obligated to call about any situation where physical violence is involved (my heart sank), but that I am by no means encouraging you to punish your daughter.”
He went on to tell me that one of the boys known for bullying this particular young man had pushed him down a small flight of stairs at the school. My daughter was so angry that she ran up to the bully and kicked him as hard as she could in the shin.
She did have to apologize to the boy she kicked. We did talk about never lashing out physically, no matter how angry we were. But I was so proud of her for defending her friend.
#15
Source: TallyWhackerLacker
#16
Source: sillygirlsarah
So I made a cake. And then had to go to the bathroom. I’m in the bathroom and we hear a :crash:! I come bolting out of the bathroom, my husband comes bolting out of the computer room, I stupidly presumed I had pushed the cake back far enough that the kid couldn’t reach it.
We step into the kitchen and see the cake and it’s plate on the floor, and half of it gone, and no kid anywhere. NOWHERE. So we’re freaking out. Searching all over. part of me pissed because I had spent all this time making this cake, decorating little marzipan chess pieces on it, etc etc and the little s**t had gone for it.
My husband tells me he thinks he found him. Under the futon. I get down to my knees and look and there he is, this totally guilty look on his face and half the cake clutched to his chest, shoveling cake in his face as fast as he possibly can before we can think to take it away from him. It was hilarious in it’s sheer cartoonish-ness. I was so so so pissed though because the cake was destroyed and I hadn’t even taken pictures yet.
But to this day we can’t help but think of it now and then when he asks for cake – he’s now almost 12 – and we tell him ‘Sure, so long as you don’t take it under the futon” He remains to this day, confused and we refuse to tell him.
#17
Source: anon
#18
My son was 2 years old when he got his first pair of eyeglasses. At first he resisted wearing them until he realized he could see properly for the first time in his life.
A few days into wearing his glasses, I brought home a 5 pound bag of individually wrapped chocolates that I was planning on taking to the office in a few days. He had gone upstairs to his toyroom and he was being way too quiet for too long. I went up there and he was surrounded by wrappers, covered in chocolate. Half the bag was gone, and he was so proud of himself: “Mommy, I not need help to open them, so I not had to ask!” It was the first time he had been able to see where to pull to open the wrappers. I was so happy that he could finally see that I couldn’t be angry.
I had to tell him that he still needed to ask permission to take the candy, even if he didn’t need help opening it anymore. The punishment was his bellyache. Kid’s lactose intolerant.
#19
Source: zombiebackflip
#20
Source: loki93009, Brittani Burns
I had to explain to her that she is four and if she feels I am hurting her feelings she should tell me but in a respectful way, but really I was kind of being an a*s cause I just wanted some goddamn quiet time and I was impressed she called me out on it.