Category: Parents & Guardians


Eating Your Just Deserts Desserts

| Seattle, WA, USA | Parents & Guardians

(My mother and sister had gone shopping earlier in the day, where they apparently purchased some caramel chocolates from a boy doing a fundraiser. At dinner, Mom pipes up with this:)

Mom: “Oh, and by the way [Sister], I forgot to take those chocolates out of my purse, and [Dad] got to them.”

Me: “Wait, what?”

Mom: “He just went through my purse, found the chocolates, and helped himself!”

Dad: “They were on the floor!”

Me: “Why the h*** would you eat something from someone else’s purse?!”

Dad: “[Mom] doesn’t like chocolate; I thought she’d just bought them out of pity!”

(We then proceeded to dig into the chocolates without him. Talk about just desserts!)


Bottle Up Your Thoughts

| Sydney, NSW, Australia | Parents & Guardians

(I’ve lost my water bottle somewhere around the house. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen it last, and I’m dead tired, so rather than actually looking, I just go straight to ask my mum.)

Me: “Hey, Mum, have you seen my—”

Mum: *without looking up or speaking, points to her dresser*

(I look, and – yep. It’s the exact water bottle I was looking for.)

Me: “…”

(I stared at it, wide-eyed, then looked back to my mum, then back to the bottle, before slowly picking it up and backing out of the room. She couldn’t remember the “safe place” she had put something in an hour ago, but that wasn’t the first time she’d pulled some form of mind-reading, motherly witchcraft on me!)


A Far-Sight For Sore Eyes

| England, UK | Parents & Guardians

(I am trying to figure out how to prepare my food, as I am not very experienced in cooking, when my mum takes the outer packaging from me to read its instructions. However, she doesn’t have her glasses on and is struggling to read it. Note: all three of us wear glasses, but mine are only for distance while my parents’ are for reading.)

Dad: *to my mum* “Let [My Name] read it. She has her glasses on.”

Me: “Even if I didn’t, I’d still be able to read it, unless it was over there.” *takes glasses off and points to the other side of the room where my dad is*

Me: “For example, I can’t see your face clearly.” *jokingly* “That’s an improvement!”

Dad: *looks jokingly wounded in response*

Me: *puts glasses back on* “Oh, no!” *covers eyes in mock horror*

(Dad’s phone then flashes as he receives a message. Note: his phone is in his shirt pocket.)

Dad: *in mock sadness* “That’s my broken heart notification…”

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