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I have refrained from speaking unless being addressed. (Or in one case, directly spoken about.)
Seriously, check the thread. This began with a post from me that was relevant to the OP. Since then, anything off topic has been instigated by others.
Check the thread, read carefully, see things the way they really are.
(Freudian, this is exactly why I wanted to just refer you back to the thread, you see…)
Ahaha… I shouldn’t do this maybe. Maybe I shouldn’t. I will. (Sorry, Beadalin.)
Fact is, the kid in my story had no shoes on.
Which of course doesn’t make anything okay.
But it does illustrate the way that you guys have to make up stories in order to justify recreational outrage based on a single manifestly incompletely descriptive phrase within a sentence about an only tangentially related topic.
Here’s the issue. You keep saying in ever-more-ridiculous ways that you are not going to tell us all of the story, so why not STFU about it at all and quit giving a little bit more and a little bit more to make yourself seem fine, especially when you don’t care what anyone here thinks of your parenting.
Why do we now need to know that the kid didn’t have any shoes on? Tell us or don’t tell us, but quit half assing it or giving us your Magic Unicorn Stories (this couch is for jumping!). I guess Tom Cruise would love to go to that doctor!
All couches are for jumping, silly. Why do you hate America?
It’s because of all the stupid parents here, duuuuuuuuuh!
That would be super. Between him posting on April Fool’s Day and all the stuff he’s said, I think he’s just yanking us anyway.
Yes, and if people stop asking for the story, or asking me to explain why I’m not giving it, then I won’t keep saying I’m not giving it, and I won’t keep explaining why I’m not giving it.
You’re right about this. I succombed to a temptation, just because it seemed so perfectly illustrative of the point that you have to make an effort to supply details in order to form the judgment people have been forming. But you’re right–really, I should have refrained from saying even that, in order to remain consistent.
I didn’t know it until I posted it, and this latest bit of info I heard fourth-hand, so I can’t vouch for it’s accuracy. He didn’t say anything explicitly racist to me at the bbq. I had thought it might be a possibility, but I wasn’t sure.
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Make up your damn mind.
You lousy parent you.
Seriously! For someone who doesn’t want to discuss a topic, he sure is discussing the shit out of the topic. I don’t know if you realize this or not, Fry, but you don’t have to respond to every single post here. If someone asks for more details that you don’t want to give, you can just not respond. Try it!
So Frylock, were his bare feet dirty?
Look, I know you’re not going to believe me but, I’m just trying to be polite. 
If people want me to stop talking about something, they should stop approaching me and asking me to continue talking about that thing. If they approach me, asking me to continue talking, and I don’t keep talking, that’s rude.
Of course it’s rude for me to insist on withholding the details I’ve been withholding–but I justify that with the claim to be making a point. I can’t justify refusing to respond to good-faith posts asking me to continue talking about a topic, as long as I have no particular desire to stop talking about it. And I don’t. I also have no particular desire to keep talking about it.
Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that detail then, and I won’t mention any more of them.
I don’t see the contradiction you think you see. One of the quotes talks about a hypothetical scenario I explicitly stated didn’t happen to me and my kid, and doesn’t attempt to elicit any judgments about my own parenting. The other says I don’t care what you think about my parenting. No contradiction, not even any tension, between the two.
I admit I still don’t know whether you were serious: Do you actually think only a bad parent would let a kid jump on a couch when there’s a sign over the couch that says “This couch is for jumping”?
I just can’t seem to stop myself!
I think there’s no point in responding to absurd scenarios that we know weren’t happening. “What if by jumping on the couch he saved the planet from aliens, hur hur hur, would it be alright then?” Pheh, if you want to talk fiction, go post in Cafe Society.
Here’s my position. You’ve told us you were letting your kid jump on the chair in a public office. (With shoes off.) I hear that, assess the probable scenario and likely reasons, and have arbitrarily decided that you’re a bad parent. I don’t claim to know how bad; are you inattentive, does your kid have you wrapped around their finger, are you unaware that there are places where that behaviour is inappropriate and thuse are failing to teach that fact - I don’t know. Maybe you’re deliberately trying to train your kid to be a hellion; I couldn’t say. I just know that based on the (extremely) sparse info available, it’s reasonable to say: you’re not getting an A+ in Parenting 101.
Suppose for a moment you don’t like me having that opinion. There are two ways you could try to change my mind. The first is to explain the scenario, including details that support your claim of not being a bad parent. (I franly admit I can’t imagine what those details might be; but I’ll pretend for a moment they may exist.) If you did this, I might change my opinion.
Your other option is to stand on a moral high ground of not revealing any info, and then insisting that you’re a good parent anyway, and try to defend this claim with a slipshod argument of absurd hypotheticals. This will never work, of course, as it’s daft. But that you’re persisting in it shows that you do care what I think - at least enough to make a weak attempt to defend yourself.
Suffice to say, it’s not working. Based on the available info presented, you’re a bad parent. If you’re fine with me thinking that, then we’re all cool. If not, you know what to do.
Also, hot sauce! I would have let the kid bathe in it. I have no pity.
He’s just being polite!
I’m just kidding. I have no outrage here, although apparently others do.
You, me and the rest of us have successfully derailed a thread about toddlers and hot sauce.
Go us!
I’ve just tried to bring back the hot sauce!
Go hot sauce! Roll the kid in a pile of shattered glass Tabasco bottles! Yay!