Category: Non-Dialogue

The Town Suffers From Brown-Outs

| Canada | Children, Non-Dialogue

I grew up in a small town that is primarily Caucasian. When I was three years old my mom took me to a mall that had a much more diverse community. Being that young I don’t remember what happened that day but my mom will never forget that trip.

Apparently I looked around and shouted: “Mommy this is just like [Town] mall except for all the brown people!”

They’re Nacho What’s Going On

| Norway | Cousins, Non-Dialogue

I’ve just gotten a bowl of nachos at the counter and am on my way upstairs to our table when someone on their way down reaches out and snatches a chip out of my bowl.

I turn around to see my cousin, flanked by two confused-looking classmates of hers, grinning as she pops the chip in her mouth. I shoot her a quick pouty-face before turning and continuing on my way.

She later tells me she had a good laugh about her classmates, as they didn’t know who I was and thought that my cousin had a habit of snatching food off complete stranger’s plates.

Dramas In Pajamas

| MA, USA | Non-Dialogue, Parents & Guardians

My mother is very sheltering. She avoids talking about any “R-rated” topics, and that is how I was raised. Every year for Christmas, my mom buys me pajamas from a certain store because I love them.

One year, she goes a bit later in the season than she usually does, so the selection is a bit picked over. She picks out an innocent-looking set with a pink top and gray bottoms. When I open them on Christmas Eve, as is our tradition, I undo the ribbon and unfold the pajamas.

To everyone’s shock, the originally innocent-looking pink top proudly proclaims “I look best undressed” in bold, block letters on the front. My mom freaks out.

In a lapse of judgment on the designer’s part, the pajamas had been folded and set out in such a way that the front of the shirt was not visible. They were tied together with a ribbon, so there was no way to unfold them to look at them.

I do still own the shirt, as it is very comfortable, but I am careful to only wear it around people who know the story.

The Strained Relationship Requires Padding

| FL, USA | Non-Dialogue, Parents & Guardians

I’ve always had an amazing relationship with my dad. We’re very comfortable communicating about topics that a lot of parents have trouble discussing with their kids. When I am around eight years old, he remarries. He is married to my step-mother for only a couple of years, (for many reasons; she turned out to be a bad person all around), but this incident is one of the final straws.

When I am ten, we take a big family vacation to Disney World. There is me, my dad, my older brother, my step-mother, her parents, and her two sons who are also older than me. So the only females in the condo we rent are me, Step-Mom, and Step-Grandma. This is important.

I am an early bloomer, and have started having my period a few months before. My mom has only bought me pads previously, so that’s all I had experience with. Right in the middle of our vacation, I unexpectedly get my period. This would have been embarrassing enough for a 10-year-old, but I also have a condition (which won’t be diagnosed for a few more years) that makes my cycle much more painful than “normal,” to the point where I’ve actually passed out a few times.

I run to my step-mom to ask if she had any pads. Her response is to throw a box of tampons at me and walk away. When I try to tell her I’d never used them, and can she take me to the store for pads, she just yells at me to deal with it. Then she grabs her mother and leaves the condo to go shopping.

So I am in the bathroom, stuck in a condo with a bunch of men, with an item I am too scared to use. Sure, I could read the instructions, but this is a daunting task for 10-year-old me. Needless to say, I break down crying. My dad hears me and comes to see what is wrong. I tell him what has happened with my step-mom, and now I don’t know what else to do because I am scared to use the tampons. My dad calms me down, gets me to stop crying, and gives me his best “Cheer up! We’ll solve this!” face.

He takes the instructions out of the box, goes outside the bathroom door to give me privacy, and actually READS THE INSTRUCTIONS OUT LOUD to me so I can use a tampon long enough for us to go to the store for pads! Even at that age, I knew there weren’t many of my female friends whose dads would do something like that for them.

Now that I’m an adult, my dad and I can laugh about the whole thing, but oh, boy, was he mad when step-mom and her mother got back from “shopping.” Especially when they could have easily gotten pads for me while they were out.

Don’t Judge Her TV Habits

| OK, USA | Non-Dialogue, Sons & Daughters

My adult daughter has special needs and is not very vocal. After she turns 18, I go to court to become her legal guardian so I can continue to make medical and legal decisions for her. I explain where we are going. She’s never been in a courtroom before but had seen a few on TV.

The judge is very kind and comes off the bench to shake my daughter’s hand and chat.

Everything goes smoothly, but just as we are leaving, the thing I semi-feared happens.

As we reach the door, my daughter turns around and shouts: “Thanks, Judge Judy!”

The judge laughed, as did everyone in the courtroom.

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