Ignorance Is Not The Best Medicine

| CT, USA | In-Laws, Siblings, Sons & Daughters

(My husband and I call our usual babysitter, his sister-in-law, over to babysit our toddler while we go for a night out. We recently discovered that our daughter has an allergy to ibuprofen that results in a severe rash and swelling. We remind SIL about this allergy before we leave, but as we are leaving dinner and on our way to a movie, we receive this phone call.)

Sister-In-Law: “You should probably come home. [Daughter] isn’t looking so great.”

Me: “Why? What’s wrong? Did she get sick?”

Sister-In-Law: “Well, she was running a fever, and now she has a really bad rash and her eyes are nearly swollen shut.”

Me: “That sounds like an allergic reaction. Did you give her any medicine?”

Sister-In-Law: “After I checked her temperature I gave her some [Name-Brand Ibuprofen] to help her fever.”

Me: *knowing we don’t have any [Name-Brand Ibuprofen] in the house* “Where did you get it? You know that has ibuprofen in it, right?”

Sister-In-Law: “I noticed all you had was [Name-Brand Acetaminophen] and that doesn’t work as well as [Name-Brand Ibuprofen], so I went to the drugstore and got some. I thought it would be okay because it’s [Name-Brand Ibuprofen], not ibuprofen.”

(I stop, rather upset, and take a deep breath.)

Me: “We’ll be home in ten minutes. Give her some of the [Antihistamine] in the cabinet.”

(My husband and I gave her quite an earful about checking the ingredients of drugs before giving them to a child. The antihistamine worked as it should, so our daughter was fine, but we’re not planning to let our sister-in-law babysit again for a while!)

Thanksgiving And Loss

| NC, USA | Grandparents

(My sister and I are at our grandparents’ house, helping our grandma decorate the Christmas tree. Relevant to the story: this is our dad’s mother, and our parents recently divorced after North Carolina’s mandatory 366-day separation requirement had been met, meaning our mom and dad haven’t lived together in nearly two years. The phone rings.)

Grandma: “I’ll go get it; you girls keep working on the tree.”

(Our grandma has a long discussion on the landline; we can see her over in the kitchen. After the call, she rejoins us, looking upset.)

Sister: “Is something going on?”

Grandma: “No, no, nothing to worry about. [Great-Aunt] has been calling a lot and needs my support. She’s been taking [Great-Grandfather]’s death especially hard.”

Me: “Wait, what?!”

Sister: “He’s DEAD!?!”

Grandma: *taken aback* “I… I thought you knew!”

Sister: “When did he—”

Grandma: “He passed away three months ago. I thought your mother told you.”

Me: “Did you tell HER?”

Grandma: “…”

(Turned out that our dad and our aunt and uncle, all of whom saw my sister and me at least once a week, had all assumed our mom had told us about our great-grandfather’s death and that we were just dealing with it on our own. Made for a very awkward Thanksgiving.)

You’re Drool-Hardy

| Singapore | Parents & Guardians

Mom: *to me* “You drooled a lot as a baby.”

Me: “Nooo, please stop. Pleeease.”

Mom: “Even though you smelled completely of drool, we still loved you anyway.”

Dad: “But not anymore.”

Me: “Wait, what?”

Dad: “I meant the drool part.”

Unable To Tackle The Subject

| Australia | Children, Sons & Daughters

(I’m about seven, and I play soccer outside of school.)

Me: “I don’t want to play soccer anymore. I always get tackled and I don’t like it.”

Dad: “Well, what do you want to play?”

Me: “Rugby.”

(I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Dad explained I’d be tackled a lot more if I played rugby, so I didn’t end up doing that. But he did let me quit soccer.)

Not Your Average Mother

| CA, USA | Parents & Guardians

(Our science teacher often posts a class average whenever we have a test. My mother is known for being incredibly stubborn, sometimes obsessed with what she says is right. We have just had a test that most people bombed.)

Mother: “[My Name], why do you have a 50% on this test?”

Me: “What? Oh! That’s not me; that’s the class average.” *gestures to my score, which is a 100%* “This is mine.”

Mother: “Is it? It says that the class average is 50%, though.”

Me: “Yeah, but that’s the whole CLASS. They failed, but I didn’t.”

Mother: “No, no. You got 50% on the test. Explain yourself.”

Me: *face-palming* “Mom, that’s the class AVERAGE. Just because the rest of my class got 50% doesn’t mean I failed the test, Mom.”

Mother: *disbelieving* “Well, we’ll call your dad and see what he has to say about this.”

Me: “Really, Mom? You are really going to call Dad at work just so he can tell you that my score was 100% when the class average is a 50%?”

Mother: “Yes, you’re being very belligerent.” *proceeds to call Dad and put it on speaker with a smug face*

Dad: “Honey, what do you need?”

Mother: “Well, [My Name], explain yourself.”

Me: *sigh* “I got 100% on my test, even though the class average was 50%.”

Dad: “Really? Honey, that’s great! That means that he did better than the rest of the class.”

Mother: “Then why is the class average 50%? You know what? I’ll talk with his teacher tomorrow.”

Me: *face-palm*

(Unsurprisingly, the next day, my teacher had to get rid of her by saying that he’ll “change” my score to 100%. However, just because my mother was so incredibly stubborn and ignorant, I moved out the first opportunity I had. My dad still tries to convince her that I passed that test.)

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