Today we shares with you some witty stories about parents figuring out their way through raising their kids. Their quick-wittedness is astonishing!
When I was a little girl, my dad used to take a stepladder and put it on our lawn. Then he took me out late in the evening and told me that he hung the moon in the sky just for me. I believed him for many years. He has not been with us for a long time, but every time I look at the moon, I think of him.
As a kid, I used to be a chatterbox. My father invented a story that I believed unconditionally. He told me that every person gets only 10,000 words for each month. If you reached the cap before the month ended, you had to stay mute. When I started getting on his nerves with my chatting, he’d say something like, “Be careful: today is only the 20th of September, and you’ve already spent more than 9,000 words!” Surprisingly, it always worked out.
One day our little daughter told us she wouldn’t eat fish anymore. I decided to play smart and started cooking fish slightly differently, telling her it was “Argentina chicken.“ Our daughter ate this ”chicken” with no suspicions until Granny came to dinner. We didn’t tell her about our little trick. “Have some Argentina chicken!” said the girl to Granny. And this is how the truth was revealed.
My dad used to tell me that if I pressed a certain button on the remote, our TV would explode. When I grew older, I dared to press the button. It was an adult channel.
My parents used to tell me that the door of their bedroom was closed because my mom was helping my dad hang a picture on the wall near the door, and they didn’t want me to open the door and hit them. Jeez, I wonder how many pictures they had to hang!
I used to tell my little daughter that a bright red spot appeared on her forehead when she lied. It always worked out: I knew when she was lying because she would put her hand over her forehead.
My mom always told me, “We can have as many sweets as we want, but veggies are really rare in the shops. They taste so good that they sell out immediately.” In addition to that, the candy dish always stood in the middle of the dining table, but the vegetables were served as a special treat during dinner. As a result, on my 6th birthday I was ready to ask for broccoli instead of a birthday cake!
When I was a child, my mom used to send me to sleep and say, “Go to bed. Close your eyes, but don’t sleep! I will wash the dishes and come back to read you a bedtime story!” Needless to say, I fell asleep long before my mom came back. In the mornings, she used to complain that I’d already fallen asleep when she came back. This trick worked every time!