Now THATS what i call parenting

Now, that was funny. And it’s not really reaping what they sow, because sometimes, kids will just play pranks on parents. Even adult ones.

I was living in Jakarta when I was 30. One of the things I quickly found was that if I wore my Stetson, the Indonesian people almost worshipped me. They have a thing for cowboys, I guess, even though I’m not one.

The hotel I was living in had an incredibly beautiful orchid garden in front and it was a favorite place for wedding parties to come have their pictures taken. One day, I came walking up the driveway and there were several parties in a holding pattern waiting to do the picture thing. I got to chatting with one of them and congratulated the bride and groom. We were talking and got to be friends and somehow or another, my hat wound up on the bride’s head. And of course, everyone had to take a picture of her in her wedding dress, wearing my hat. And they got me to stand next to her.

Next weekend, they came to the hotel and gave me a set of the pictures, which was very kind of them. I promptly picked one of me and the bride and sent it home to my mother with a “guess what happened last weekend?” note. When I got back stateside after the contract was over, I found out that my mother had nearly herniated when she saw the picture. She’s 95 now and she still hasn’t forgiven me for it.

I’m so going to hell for doing that, but it was worth it! :smiley:

Yes, I didn’t see them running the kid all over the house while he trailed them in tears and obvious terror.

The first isn’t so bad.

Current ad: “Humor Writing Workshop”

Apparently Google thinks we need to develop a sense of humor.

The first one ain’t good, but you’re right, it’s not nearly as bad as the third.

First kid’s gonna have serious Attachment issues, if this is how he normally gets treated. But you can manage those.

Second kid should be okay. He gets angry, and even confronts the dad. That’s not trauma, that’s life.

Third kid? Serial killer.

Exactly. You can’t protect your kids from every little scary thing that’s out there (nor should you), but as a parent you need to be the stable one they can trust and go to as a safe place when they are scared. My siblings liked to scare the crap out of me but I knew I could run to mom or dad if I was that terrified. And I knew that they would put a stop to it if it got out of hand.
But what do you do when your 5, scared as hell, and have no where to go to, because your parents are the ones trying to scare you. That’s pretty sadistic to do to a little kid and can instill a sense of helplessness, panic, and aloneness.
Not things I really want to be doing to my kid.