“We made a very, very, very terrible mistake with our children and we went with radical honesty. But don’t do it, I’m not advocating for it, I’m not advocating for it. We made a deal from really young with our kids. The deal was, if you tell the truth,, you won’t get in trouble. 'The only way you can get in trouble in this house is if we find out you did something and you don’t tell the truth.' It’s a mistake, it’s terrible. Because they do whatever they want and then just come tell you. It’s awful don’t try it. You want your kids to lie definitely, you don’t want to know some of the stuff your kids are thinking of doing.”
Showing posts with label bad parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad parenting. Show all posts
Friday, July 11, 2025
Make Sure They Prey In Schools
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
I Am The 7th Child From 1 Woman (With 4 Different Men)
Your christmas' and birthdays and other holidays are going to SUCK.
The kid described below is lucky, because he knows all his siblings:
By age 8, he’d had two step-dads; his brothers and sisters had more or fewer based on birth order. Each child also had different numbers of siblings, depending on whether their own dads fathered other children. Ott has one full sister, four half-siblings and at one point had three step-siblings “that I know of,” he said. His own father has mostly lived far away.
"Are you my Daddy?"
Baby Mama City, Baby:
"Don't worry about where your brother is - did you wash your hands?"
Despite the fact they're all together, and probably eat better, it still must be confusing either way,...
Monday, February 17, 2014
Play Louis Armstrong's "Oh, What A Wonderful World"
The heartbroken student went online, posted her story and showed photos of her father’s girlfriend, who was her friend.
The girl wrote of her grievances against her father. She told people that her father left her mother for her roommate and then she wrote: "My roommate is pregnant and guess who the father is? My dad!
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The woman said that her father met her roommate when they were Freshmen in college. It is unclear when the two began to see each other romantically.
"The world is just terrible. I lost trust in friendship and my family," she wrote online.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Playing Divorced Parents Off Each Other Is Relationship Training For The Future, Too: You Don't Have To Mature
Monday, September 23, 2013
I've Got Several Good Uses For A Baseball Bat In France
Keep this in mind the next time you hear the French treat their kids as little adults:
"A French mother who allegedly held down her four-year-old son while he was raped by his stepfather in a prison visiting room went on trial in Strasbourg on Monday."
Strasbourg? I've lived near there - right on the German border. So now I don't know what's sadder:
What happened to this child, or watching the other ones in their backyards, each playing soccer alone,...
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Sunday, September 8, 2013
My Country Is My True Family (And I Was Raised Mean)
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Determined You Never Be Like The Greatest Generation
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Making A Fight For Survival (More Than A Show Again)
Yes, of course - for me - that was it. That made it all better:
The jingle they play over The Ricky Gervais Show's closing credits is one of the most whimsical little things I've heard in a long time. Not quite magical, but definitely great - especially for kids.
I still wonder why parents let their kids listen to adult music, or garbage. Actually, no I don't. I flashed on Frank Zappa just now - a pretty successful parent by any standard - he told 'em:
So intellectually lazy, they can't search out more compelling art than "Sugar Walls" themselves, the hysterical mob (Frank referred to them as a possible "cult") always blames, and then tries to control, artistic output simply for the sin of making it.
But truth tellers still tell it, and it ain't always nothing nice.
Oh, we do nice. I woke up to Gospel this morning, sitting bolt upright, with a pain in my chest (the ulcer) but a three-day depression lifted.
It was sweet.
The chest pains became stomach cramps after I whirled out of bed - snatching the sheets with me for the laundry - before hitting three days of dishes so I have nothing but a few errands, and then music, for the rest of the day.
I'm talking sharp, organized, knowing exactly what I have to do - even what order to do it in - after depression's forced march through God's blessed "Valley of Death" again.
Dragging my ass through a world that barely registered as a distraction. "Babylon" meaning more like "babble on". I looked for distractions, which is how I found the Ricky Gervais song.
Since I expect intelligence to be insulted, that soundtrack became one tiny dark vacation.
And now - in technicolor - it's all coming back.
And so am I - in *ahem* mind and body - it's a good feeling.
Nothing about Jesus' (or Himmler's) beloved "spirit" about it:
I'm their primitive man, alright - the both of 'em - but in The Age Of Wonder:
And heading straight back to the future,...
Sunday, April 28, 2013
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