Reasons why i am Terrible Baby Sitter

tae-kun:

So awhile ago i had the extreme luck of seeing one of the most Epic Fights between two little kids that i had ever seen

On this day i was paid to baby sit 2 boys for the morning until their sister came in the afternoon. The oldest one was named David (4) and the youngest was named Tommy (3 ½).

Now everything was perfectly fine until it came time for me to feed them lunch…

                    -In The Living Room-

Me: OK kids, time for lunch.

*Both kids wobble run, and sit’s at the Kids Table* 

Me: Now your parents told me that you guys like Kids Cuisine.. I didn’t even know they still made these things but ok

Me: Now from what i can see there are only 2 left. One Is the Pizza with Corn and Chocolate Pudding, and the other one is Chicken Nuggets with Mac and Cheese.

Me: So who wants what?

David: MAC AND CHEESE!

Tommy: MACS AN PEAAS!

Me: Ok im just gonna assumed you meant mac and cheese Tommy. Well you both can’t have the same box and there isn’t enough to share..

Me: How about we flip a coin *Grabs a Penny of the Counter*

Me: This side means David gets Mac and Cheese *shows head* and this side means Tommy gets Mac and Cheese *shows tails*

Me: Everyone understand?

Both kids: *shakes their heads in agreement*

Me: ok *flips coin and catches it* aannnddd it’s tails. The winner is Tommy!!

David: Bu- Buut i wanted it first!

Me: Listen David, we all agreed on the rules. We can’t win them all, plus the pizza is still good

Tommy: *does a happy wiggle dance*

Me: *heats up David’s pizza first*

Me: Here you go David *puts pizza on his side of the table*

David: *sighs and pouts*

Tommy: PEESA! *does the little baby grabby thing*

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David: NO! it’s mine!

Tommy: PEESA! * tries to reach over and grab it*

Me: No Tommy *moves his hand away from David’s Pizza* You get Mac and Cheese like you wanted

Me: *Puts Mac and Cheese in front of Tommy*

Tommy: *looks at Mac and Cheese*, *looks at Pizza* PEESAA!! *does grabby thing*

David: NO! 

Me: Both of you calm down. David why don’t you switch yours with his. You didn’t want it in the first place..

David: NO! *take a huge and unnecessary bite out of the pizza*

Out of nowhere the whole room got super tense as Tommy stared daggers at David

Tommy:

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David: 

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Me: *takes a few steps back*

The Pet Fish: 

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Tommy: *leans forward staring at David* Pee-SA!

David: *takes another enormous bite while staring at Tommy*  No.

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Tommy: *raises his hand up above David’s remaining pizza*

Me: *in my head* (oh shit.. it’s about to get real)

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Tommy: *Staring hard into Davids eyes* Pee…SA.

Me: Come on man just share the pizza…

David: No.

Tommy: *slams his hand down as hard as his can on David’s Pizza*

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*Pizza sauce Splatters On Tommy and the Table*

Me: 

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The Pet Fish:

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Tommy: *drags the plate and pizza to his side* Pee-sa

David: *Calmly Stands Up* 

At this point i realized that these kids had watched toooo much anime because David made the weirdest anime-inspired fighting stance that i had ever seen!

David:

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The energy this kid was trying to manifest had me shook, but Tommy seemed unphased and unimpressed..

Me:

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Tommy:

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David: That was my pizza..

Tommy: My peesa

Me: OK everyone just calm dow-

Tommy: *throws a piece of the pizza at David, Hitting him in the face*

Me:

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The Pet Fish:

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David Calmly wiped his face off and began todo something that can only be described as a “Power Move”

David: *gets in his stance*

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David: *strains as he charges up his hit*

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David: *Tightly grips his fist and talks in a low and intense voice* it was my pizza..

*Older Sister walks in*

Older Sister: Hey guys i got home a lil-

David: IT WAS MY PIZZAAAAH!!!!

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Immature Me: 

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Tommy:

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Older Sister: WHAAAAAA!

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The Pet Fish:

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Immature Me: 

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Tommy gets hit so hard that he frickin spins in his chair knocking Mac and Cheese all over the place as he falls to the floor!

Older Sister: Tommy!!

Me acting like a mature adult: Tommy noooo *in slow mo*

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I run over and pick up Tommy as he’s covered in pizza sauce and cheese, lookin like he just had the hardest fight of his life.

Me: Why couldn’t you guys just share…

Me holding Tommy: 

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Now In Reality that’s not what really happened. But in my head this is how intense and epic this whole ordeal felt lol.

Tommy was fine, he was mostly just dizzy from spinning in his chair and David didn’t get in any trouble.

Most importantly i didn’t get fired or anything and the whole family finds this story hella funny and not as a reflection of my maturity or sense of responsibility 

So everything ended great in my opinion 😬😬

bogleech:

lettersiarrange:

thats-what-sidhe-said:

the-white-hole:

thats-what-sidhe-said:

bogleech:

God you can practically hear some people licking their lips at the first excuse they can find to say that “illegal immigrants broke a law by definition and are therefore ALREADY ALL KRRRRIMMMMINNNUHHHLLLSSS!!!

They’re fucking HORNY for this pedantic bullshit maneuver yet they sure don’t characterize themselves as “criminals” if they ever got a parking ticket or downloaded an mp3.

And the simple act of entering our country does no more inherent harm than either of those things, nor has any evidence ever demonstrated that undocumented immigrants are especially likely to break any more serious laws. Just the opposite, in fact.

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It’s not a human right to enter another country without the permission of its government. There’s a process for this, and excusing the people who do it illegally spits in the face of those who abided by the law.

Sometimes it helps to read the whole post before you respond to it, dude.

I put this in the tags, but fuck it, I’m putting it here, so everyone knows the law.

The universal declaration of human rights:

And specifically the 1951 Refugee Convention:

#it is LITERALLY NOT ILLEGAL to cross the border

“Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

cryoverkiltmilk:

get-yr-social-work-rage-on:

intersectionalparenting:

isitscary:

daeranilen:

daeranilen:

daeranilen:

Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.

I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”

Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.

Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.

It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.

It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.

Apparently people are rediscovering this post somehow and I think that’s pretty cool! Having experienced similar violations of trust in my youth, this is an important issue to me, so I want to add my personal story:

Around age 13, I tried to express to my mother that I thought I might have clinical depression, and she snapped at me “not to joke about things like that.” I stopped telling my mother when I felt depressed.

Around age 15, I caught my mother reading my diary. She confessed that any time she saw me write in my diary, she would sneak into my room and read it, because I only wrote when I was upset. I stopped keeping a diary.

Around age 18, I had an emotional breakdown while on vacation because I didn’t want to go to college. I ended up seeing a therapist for – surprise surprise – depression.

Around age 21, I spoke on this panel with my mother in the audience, and afterwards I mentioned the diary incident to her with respect to this particular Q&A. Her eyes welled up, and she said, “You know I read those because I was worried you were depressed and going to hurt yourself, right?”

TL;DR: When you invade your child’s privacy, you communicate three things:

  1. You do not respect their rights as an individual.
  2. You do not trust them to navigate problems or seek help on their own.
  3. You probably haven’t been listening to them.

Information about almost every issue that you think you have to snoop for can probably be obtained by communicating with and listening to your child.

Part of me is really excited to see that the original post got 200 notes because holy crap 200 notes, and part of me is really saddened that something so negative has resonated with so many people.

I love this post.

Too many parents wonder why their kids aren’t honest with them, and never realize their own non-receptive behavior and their failure to listen are the reasons why.

At one point or another, a child WILL keep a secret from you, but if it’s to a point where all their emotional feelings are being poured away from you as opposed to toward you, it’s probably because you haven’t been emotionally trustworthy or open. 

Adultism 😦

not to mention, you then take away one of your child’s coping mechanisms. if your parents read your journal, you’re never writing in it again. if your parents monitor your conversations with friends, you won’t tell them when you’re depressed anymore. if you have a therapist that reports what you say to your parents, you won’t tell that therapist anything. now all those methods of venting, feeling better, self-soothing, sorting out your issues, and feeling safe are gone.

“i want information” is not synonymous with “i want my child to talk to me.” those are two separate goals, but i think parents conflate them – i want my child to talk to me, but since they won’t, i’m stealing information from them. no. you didn’t ever want them to talk to you. you wanted information. if you wanted them to talk to you, if that was your entire end goal, you would have approached things completely differently. stealing information from a child ensures they will never talk to you again. but if all you want is information, then you can take it however you want and call it a parenting success.

if what you wanted was a child who talks to you, you would apply the same principles you do to literally any other human interaction in your life, and cultivate a relationship and trust.

I had to stifle my horror and revulsion at my last job, when a conversation about removing the door from a child’s bedroom came up, and I was only one not in favor of it.

May be worth noting I was the only millennial in a conversation that was otherwise full of baby boomers.

politeq:

voxeterna1:

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

this is the only non fake text post on tumblr

straightpeoplereceipts:

straightpeoplereceipts:

when your spouse catches your child in a ridiculous lie such as claiming they didnt eat the entirety of a bag of sugar despite the evidence, it is YOUR job, as co-parent and a bringer of chaos, to say: i believe her. she didn’t do it. that sugar could’ve came from anywhere. let’s go baby, let’s go find the criminal who framed you. what a dastardly crime to commit against a child.

now…as someone who raised their younger sister: 9 out of 10 times, this will end in a tearful confession. your faith in her will be it. and you have to act HEARTBROKEN. you have to look at the dog and ask, mournfully, “did you know? did you know?”

bloodytales:

bloodytales:

My 4 year old nephew loves to paint his nails. Any time he sees someone wear nail polish he asks if he can have some too. The most difficult part is getting him to decide what color, because he he wants all of them.

Nail polish is for everyone.

Update!!

The kid’s favorite football player responded with support.