Kids are kids, thus it's wrong for us to want to murder them. IMO, there should be exceptions. Like the really annoying/brats ones who get great joy from tormenting us. You know, that kid who has a high chance of being a convicted felon in 15 years? I do in general enjoy children but there are certain children who I find most unpleasant. Maybe it's because I was raised by parents who were good at controlling unruly children and minimizing the torment they inflict on society, so I have a higher standard for children and their parents in general? I'll start with stories my mom and dad have told me of my childhood when I was the brat at the store and how the punished me and kept me contained.
Young Fly story #1: Young fly was at Disney Store with mommy at the age of about two. My mom describes this as my worst incident. I saw something I really liked but it was expensive and big so my mom said no. I didn't like this and went into brat mode. She removed me from the situation, humiliated me once we were outside, got me to shut the up, and set me straight. She said something to the effect that I was being "A big baby and no one likes big babies. No one wanted to be friends with big babies. Did I want everyone to dislike me and think I was a big baby? Did I want to have no friends?" She told me how I humiliated myself in front of all those people. It worked. Young fly got the message that public temper tantrums made young fly disliked. When I see parents do this, I applaud them. Yay mommy! Yay daddy! A++!
Young Fly story #2: Young fly was an obnoxiously hyper child. So mamma and dada fly started hiring a baby sitter to stay home with me while they did errands for the sake of humanity. Or if possible, one would stay home with young fly while the other did errands. Mama and dada fly didn't take young fly to civilized or quiet places until young fly was ready. Good job mommy and daddy fly!
I admit to my own brattiness but alas, I was contained and sufficiently guided to being a decent human being. I would like to thank my parents for teaching me not to humiliate myself and not murdering me. Which I probably deserved.
NOW, onward with the stories! I will share my own observations later. Right now I have to get ready for a late shift at work. *grumbles*
Young Fly story #1: Young fly was at Disney Store with mommy at the age of about two. My mom describes this as my worst incident. I saw something I really liked but it was expensive and big so my mom said no. I didn't like this and went into brat mode. She removed me from the situation, humiliated me once we were outside, got me to shut the up, and set me straight. She said something to the effect that I was being "A big baby and no one likes big babies. No one wanted to be friends with big babies. Did I want everyone to dislike me and think I was a big baby? Did I want to have no friends?" She told me how I humiliated myself in front of all those people. It worked. Young fly got the message that public temper tantrums made young fly disliked. When I see parents do this, I applaud them. Yay mommy! Yay daddy! A++!
Young Fly story #2: Young fly was an obnoxiously hyper child. So mamma and dada fly started hiring a baby sitter to stay home with me while they did errands for the sake of humanity. Or if possible, one would stay home with young fly while the other did errands. Mama and dada fly didn't take young fly to civilized or quiet places until young fly was ready. Good job mommy and daddy fly!
I admit to my own brattiness but alas, I was contained and sufficiently guided to being a decent human being. I would like to thank my parents for teaching me not to humiliate myself and not murdering me. Which I probably deserved.
NOW, onward with the stories! I will share my own observations later. Right now I have to get ready for a late shift at work. *grumbles*
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