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Wisdom and instincts were previously thought to be 2 of the most important parenting qualities, but now we know that’s not true. It’s actually the ability to make up lies the spot and fool your kids into doing something they don’t want to do that makes you a true parenting ninja. Pikabu site user, Kinash666 agrees and even wrote a post about parental inventiveness, complete with funny examples. After that, other users left their comments under her post telling their stories about how their parental savvy helped them in the process of raising their sometimes mischievous and over-inquisitive kids.
Bright Side was impressed with the inventiveness of these people who seemed to be able to find a way out of complicated situations with their kids. Take a look at their stories and try out their tricks in your own life.
In my childhood, there was a time that I tried to refuse to actually walk to kindergarten on foot. I thought that waking up early and putting on the clothes my mom prepared for me was already enough and that walking to kindergarten would’ve put me over the edge (or something). My mom couldn’t carry me in her arms the whole way either, so she used to ask me, “How does a squirrel jump?” and then, “How does a rabbit jump? Show me please.” I couldn’t say “No” since the poor woman had never seen a rabbit jump. So I used to jump the whole way from home to my kindergarten classroom. I thought I was doing it like a squirrel or a rabbit. Turns out, I was mistaken.
Once at the supermarket, I saw a persimmon and decided I wanted to try this unknown fruit. I don’t know why my mom didn’t want to buy it — maybe, she didn’t like it or it wasn’t ripe, but she told me, “Yikes, these are rotten apples! Let’s go find the good ones!” I tried this fruit eventually, but not until I was 20 years old.
Recently I was watching a man run around the supermarket and fill his cart. His little boy could hardly keep up with him and it was obvious that he wasn’t fond of this shopping experience at all. Later, I heard his father explaining to him that it was the last day of the week that they were selling milk and that the shop was going to close in 5 minutes. All this was happening at 1 p.m.
My mom used to say that when a person is lying, the whole truth is written on their forehead. So whenever I wanted to tell lies as a kid, I would cover my forehead with my hand.
One couple told their son that they couldn’t buy him a large set of Legos because kids need a license in order to have them. According to them, this license was given only after a big medical checkup. The kid was afraid of doctors, so it was a win-win situation for the parents. However, they miscalculated the power of the kid’s wish. After 2 days of thinking about it, the kid came to the parents and said that he was ready to see the doctor. They had to buy him Legos and take him to the doctor for a check-up.
My parents never told me we didn’t have money. They always told me that a purchase doesn’t fit in our family’s budget, which is calculated so that this money was better kept for a present for my birthday or Christmas. Or that this toy costs this much, but we wanted to go to the zoo on the weekend and if we bought the toy now, there will be no money left for the zoo. So I had to choose which I wanted more — a toy now or a trip to the zoo on the weekend.
When my kids didn’t want to hold my hand when we were outside, I would always say to them that I was afraid to slip and that I needed their help. After hearing this, they would always hold my hand and walk nearby.
When my son doesn’t want to leave the playground, I always tell him that I forgot where I left the car and that I need him to find it, otherwise, somebody else will take it.
Every week my son and I have an agreement that he will attend kindergarten for 5 days this week and on Saturday and Sunday, he will ’skip’ it. So far, he’s a believer.
In my childhood, I was extremely curious about what those female pads, that are so widely advertised on TV, are for. My mom was very creative in answering my questions and her answers were always different. The funniest version was, “It’s for ladies who talk a lot! Their saliva keeps dripping on their chin and these pads help prevent them from looking like they’re drooling.”
My kids always liked to play with bubbles and I would make them myself. But, whenever they asked me to make them after a certain time at night, when I knew this would mean it was going to be harder to put them to bed, I used to tell them that bubbles can’t be blown and won’t fly at night because of a phenomenon in the atmosphere. They would always believe me! But later, after they had grown up a little, they realized I was lying and I had to admit it and apologize.
My colleague told me that her granddad used to breed rabbits on the farm and would give them to their family from time to time. Her mom cooked them, but my colleague, being a little girl, refused to eat rabbit. So her parents would always persuade her that it was chicken and it always worked. Only later did she start to ask why her granddad’s “chickens” had 4 legs.
Whenever my dad had to give me eyedrops, he would say that there was someone sitting on the lamp and that I needed to open my eyes and look at them. I never saw who it was because the answer was always, “Oops, they left already.”
Me: Mom, I want the “Picnic” chocolate bar that is advertised with the dancing camels. My mom: Do you know why it’s advertised with dancing camels? Because the “Picnic” bar is made of camel poop!
My daughter likes sushi, but she hates rice with fish. But if I wrap it in pita bread and call it a mega roll — she will ask for more.
When my son was 5 years old (he’s now 12), he stopped eating any meat except for chicken nuggets. So, any meat I cooked I called “chicken nuggets.” I would cook it using breadcrumbs and say that it was chicken. He eats every kind of meat now.
As a child, I always refused to eat vegetables but would eat any sweets. So my parents came up with the following solution. They would cut fruits and vegetables into pieces, like candies, and wrap them in paper. They didn’t tell me that these “candies” were special and that I needed to eat them. They did the opposite, they told me not to eat them and left them on the table. After 5 minutes, I had consumed my daily norm of vitamins. I was lied to — that’s a fact. Later, when I found out that cucumbers and apples had the same taste as “candies,” I would eat them by myself. These tricks are sometimes necessary with kids.
My 6-year-old daughter would always say that she doesn’t like zucchini or pumpkin. But she always liked zucchini hash browns because I used to tell her that they were made of a different type of potato. She would also always eat pumpkin casserole because I chose special “potatoes” that were more orange in color.
Whenever I didn’t want to go to kindergarten, there was always a fox waiting for me outside. And I always agreed to go because “the fox was waiting.”
My nephew started refusing to eat chicken and meat. So once when we were having dinner, I put some potatoes with chicken on his plate. He started to throw a tantrum, saying that he doesn’t eat chicken. And I told him, “It’s not chicken, it’s bird.” After hearing that, he hurried to finish everything on his plate. My sister’s facial expression was priceless.
My dad would always say that I needed to eat well if I was feeling nausea (this was not used in situations when there was a stomach flu, but only when I was having motion sickness in the car or on a plane). I didn’t believe him for a long time but, eventually, he managed to persuade me to eat while on the plane. I was extremely surprised when his trick actually worked. All I needed to do was to eat before or during the trip.
My 3-year-old son: — I’m not going to eat that fish — That’s not fish, that’s chicken. Can’t you see it’s white? — Hmm, tasty! — Yup, I cooked this fi…chicken for a long time to make it taste really yummy.
When I was 3 years old, my parents would drink concentrated sweet milk, make faces, and say that it tasted awful. Every time, they would try to get me to taste it, but I would always refuse.
I was in the cinema and there was a family (father, mother, and son) sitting not far from me. In the middle of the movie, the kid said: — Enough! I want to go home. When are we going to leave? Mother: — Son, there will be a commercial shortly — we will leave once it starts. The kid ended up waiting through the whole movie for the “commercial.”
— Son, all people can read minds. You are the only one who can’t.
How often do you use your own parental savvy in the process of raising your kids? Or maybe you yourself have become a “victim” of your own skills? Tell us what your secret child-rearing weapons are in the comments!
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