Quote (thesnipa @ Sep 11 2020 08:28am)
telling a child "NO" from an early age avoids the need for later beatings.
my nephew is a monster, bottle/formula fed from a wee tender age he learned ahead of schedule cry means getting what he wants. he's now in the top 5% category for girth. two unenthusiastic parents not yet to terms with their changed lives couldn't stomach crying. so first it was the bottle, then the pacifier, then worse of all puff snacks. any time he even whimpers a tube of puff snacks appears like magic and the pile in front of him disappears likewise magically as if he had a Hoover for a mouth instead of fat cheeks and pudgy fingers that can hardly close on a fist.
recently my sister in law came to visit us to see our newborn and brought along the cretinous monster. the father reclined in my chair without a thought, mask around his chin, and regaled us all with his theory of how Covid is a hoax. then he fell asleep. the child began exploring and it was only minutes before he has my cellphone charger cord in his mouth, other end in the outlet of course. neither parent noticed so i loudly said no. his pacifier dropped out and he started to wail, good i thought, cry, it will do you some good. but to no avail, the father roused from his unprompted nap to grab the boy, pick the pacifier off our admittedly unvacuumed floor, and stuff it in the kids mouth. a couple unenthusiastic airplane motions and he was back to exploring while "papa" was back to napping.
the chubby penguin of a human, using handholds to navigate months after normal children can walk, waddled over to my sister in law who was in the kitchen holding the baby. after a minute i heard "nice hands, nice hands, NICE HANDS" growing frantic but at the same time subdued to avoid alarming my wife in the other room. minutes later the baby was handed back to my wife with a hand cupped oddly over her leg and she took extra care to lay that leg down, hidden. they left in a hurry and when they did we rolled our daughter over to find a few inch long scratch on her leg.
every year at thanksgiving, weather allowing, we play a baseball game at the in laws. i pitch, overhand to adults underhand to kids. that child will go on in life, not remembering that day. he'll remain pudgy, of that i have no doubt, and grow through toddler stage into grade school. one day around 14 he'll ask cockily for the overhand pitches, he's a big boy now he'll say. on that day im going to rip a 70 mph pitch right into his fat ass.
hey bro congrats on your new born, time flies, didn't realize due date came already
your nephew is gonna be one of those incel guys lol
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