Your Approach To Problem-Solving Is A Mess

| Norway | Parents & Guardians

(I’m visiting my parents for a few days, while working on a paper for Uni. My oldest brother has also been home for a couple of days. He just went back home yesterday, and I plan on leaving the next day.)

Mum: “I’ve started to clean up after you and [Brother]; he’s everywhere!”

Me: “Good luck.”

Mum: “I don’t understand how he can make such a mess in just a few days, and all over the house, too! At least the little mess you make is confined your bedroom.”

Dad: “That’s because she never leaves her room!”

(Well, excuse me for wanting to work in peace and not get dressed in the living room.)

Not The Only One To Mess Up

| Hungary | Boyfriends & Girlfriends, Siblings

(It is the first time my sister’s boyfriend spends a whole day with us – a family with four daughters, all raised to be independent, and a father who routinely takes part in housework. We are currently training our new puppy to not to pee while in the house, but as she is small, accidents happen. We are having lunch when the puppy gets too excited and pees herself. As my father is the closest to the mop, he grabs it, cleans up the mess, and sits back without a sound. The new boyfriend literally drops his spoon.)

Boyfriend: “What the h***? There are five women around you. Why were you jumping to do that immediately? It is their job!”

Everyone Else: *glare*

(Thankfully, he didn’t last long after that…)

Doesn’t Give A Crap Where He Goes

| Orem, UT, USA | Children, Sons & Daughters

(I’m sitting in my chair when I catch a whiff of something and turn to see my toddler son holding onto the coffee table and grunting.)

Me: “Son, are you pooping… right now?”

Son: “Yeah!” *grunts again* “Nope! All gone!”

Me: *sighs* “Thank you, son.”

An Upstanding Lesson

, | Seattle, WA, USA | Children, Sons & Daughters

(My mom thought it was a good idea to take me to a mother/daughter sex ed. class given at the children’s hospital. I came home to say:)

Me: *yells to dad* “Dad! I know all about your erections!”

Thankful But Regretful

| USA | Parents & Guardians

(It’s a few hours after Thanksgiving dinner, so naturally everyone overate. We’re sitting in the living room. I get up to get a leftover piece of fudge from the kitchen.)

Dad: *hears Tupperware container being opened* “What are you having?”

Me: “Regrets.”