As a kid, I never said thank you. I thought my parents were my slaves, which meant in my mind that everybody else might as well be. It was mostly their fault. They were so liberal they would let me insult them and throw tantrums in the middle of overcrowded buses because it was healthy to express my emotions.
LOLLLL I can't tell how much of this is true and how much is embellishment. 🤣 But I can imagine Grandma being very strict with you! She's kind but also tough, haha. Also LMAO at loving peas and only getting one pea on your plate.
Your grandparents are excellent people! I was somewhere between your Grandmother and Grandfather with my own kids - every request was greeted with, "What's the magic word?" After getting the green light ("please"), I would BEGIN to hand over the coveted item, but wouldn't complete the transfer into their sticky, little hands until they correctly answered the query, "What do you say?" Worked like a charm. I used it successfully on their visiting friends, too. Tantrums were few, and only in their younger years - it did NOT get them what they wished. What a tantrum would bring was either being ignored until they stopped, or if they refused to stop, I bodily carried the kicking, screaming hellion home. I had to develop a thick skin, because screaming kiddies certainly garner dirty looks from people who presumably don't realize that a game of extortion is in progress, but I cringe in the grocery store every time I see some poor, embarrassed parent hand over whatever treat their offspring is crying for. Missing out on an extra candy bar never killed anyone, but it might build character. Wow, you hit a nerve with this post! Thank you! 😉
Thank you for sharing your wisdom.
(I mean that, not joking)
Thank you for having a nice hat :-)
Thank you Grandma Smillew for letting him live. So he can share his wisdom and hat fashion advice.
LOLLLL I can't tell how much of this is true and how much is embellishment. 🤣 But I can imagine Grandma being very strict with you! She's kind but also tough, haha. Also LMAO at loving peas and only getting one pea on your plate.
Your grandma is very wise. How long before you behaved well enough for cocoa?
This is such a good story. Is it true? I always have to ask with you lol.
If true, how did your parents change after you learned manners and made a change?
My parents subscribed to the stop-crying-before-I-give-you-something-to-cry-about school of parenting.
https://youtu.be/OOgpT5rEKIU
Your grandparents are excellent people! I was somewhere between your Grandmother and Grandfather with my own kids - every request was greeted with, "What's the magic word?" After getting the green light ("please"), I would BEGIN to hand over the coveted item, but wouldn't complete the transfer into their sticky, little hands until they correctly answered the query, "What do you say?" Worked like a charm. I used it successfully on their visiting friends, too. Tantrums were few, and only in their younger years - it did NOT get them what they wished. What a tantrum would bring was either being ignored until they stopped, or if they refused to stop, I bodily carried the kicking, screaming hellion home. I had to develop a thick skin, because screaming kiddies certainly garner dirty looks from people who presumably don't realize that a game of extortion is in progress, but I cringe in the grocery store every time I see some poor, embarrassed parent hand over whatever treat their offspring is crying for. Missing out on an extra candy bar never killed anyone, but it might build character. Wow, you hit a nerve with this post! Thank you! 😉