Challenge #02160-E331: Not That Simple
I have love in me the likes of which can scarcely be imagined and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I can not satisfy one, I will indulge the other. – Anon Guest
If there is one rule of the Universe beyond, never ask questions to which there may be a painful answer, it is this: Never Anger a Primary Parental.
Q'essoj was busy learning this. They thought that taking a Human infant from an apparently unguarded area would be a great way to have a Deathworlder bonded with them. What they hadn’t known was that Human perception was greater then they thought it was. They had presumed that the Humans on this planetoid had lacked communication skills and the ability to find their camouflaged ship.
Wrong on all counts.
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Challenge #01905-E081: Who, Me? — Steemit
Of all the forces of creativity, imagination, and progenitation available, nothing in the known universe is more powerful and simultaneously more inept than a small child who has been caught out, and is desperately digging to get themselves out of the hole they are already in.
“Uhm,” said Kae. Elbow-deep in the cookie jar. There was no denying that her hand was in there, and there could be some debate that she was, indeed, taking a cookie without permission. But, there was still an ‘out’. “It’s not for me,” she said.
“It can’t be for Mister Pookie,” said Mom. “We made Invisible Cookies for him and they’re still in the Invisible Cookie Jar.” Mom pointed to the spot where it was and lifted the invisible lid. “Yep. Mister Pookie has better cookie manners than some people I can think of.”
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Challenge #01575-D114: Ruination in Paradise
This is a quote from Patrick Swayze: “The way to screw up somebody’s life is to give them what they want.” – Anon Guest
The woman in the beautiful dress picked her out from a line of other poor orphans, and promised Lux everything she could ever want. Lux had wanted to keep her more common name, but the glittering lady insisted that all of her life accessories had to fit her lifestyle, and thus renamed her new child Luxury. Her own name was Painite, one of the most expensive substances in the world. She wore it in every single outfit she owned.
Lux only saw her ‘mother’ on occasions where ‘Nite paraded her in front of the press and Lux acted as if they were truly close. On the other occasions, she had a Nanny, personal trainer, acting trainer, voice coach, and personal chef/dietician to help fill her days. She had entire wardrobes of clothing, a library of toys, all the books she could eat… in short, everything she could want.
She even had a team of lawyers to keep her out of jail, when she started breaking the law. Thus, Lux began flaunting it. She barely remembered her youth as a person who suffered under the law, where she and anyone like her was automatically a 'criminal element’. She publically took drugs that people like her would be incarcerated for standing too close to them. She drove without a license. She indulged in extreme sports.
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Lies, damn lies, and Mayhem
My son seems to be a pathological liar.
I’ve reduced his computer time. I catch him out and lecture him EVERY single time [average: about 5 times a day, including made-up stories to “fit in” with the conversation]. We’ve even spent an entire night telling lies to him so he gets an idea about how frustrating it is to live with a liar.
He still lies.
He lies to get the things he wants. He lies to get out of the things he doesn’t want. He lies about shit nobody cares about. He lies about who did what with whatever and without permission.
Short of chaining him upside-down to a wall [or similar over-the-top punishments, like the parenting classics of smacking his arse ‘till it glows in the dark or washing his mouth out with soap] I have run out of ideas.
And every single time, he promises that he’ll never lie again [or, recently, he’ll try to cut down] and every single time, it’s the same story.
He forgets to stick to the truth.
Gah.
I’m an honest person. Apart from the occasional fling at amusing hyperbole, I’ve been accused by my best beloved of being “too honest”. And that’s the sort of thing you can’t tell people 'cause they assume it’s a lie.
Massive win for the forces of cosmic irony, there.
My husband’s an honest fellow. He actually manages to include the societal norm of “little white lies” that help others out and whatnot.
To be honest, I never quite figured out how often and how big is “okay” to lie, so I stick to a safe zero.
So how can my first-born son be such an outrageous liar?
He definitely doesn’t get it from the people nearest and dearest to him. He may pick up being an outrageously antisocial arsehole from Shiftless[on his bad days], but not lying.
He picks up an astonishing amount of rude words from yours truly [and a “just because you can” slightly-hypocritical lecture when he uses them] but not lying.
He’s definitely inherited his father’s love of sitting in front of computer screens for hours on end… but not lying.
Maybe it’s my fault. If I instantly landed on him every last time he told me something as gospel, or checked up, or otherwise treated him as a very small criminal suspect, he’d give up trying.
Maybe if I constantly treat him like a liar for a month or two he might get the hint.
And maybe pigs will fly and I can get bacon by skeet shooting…
Any parents out there with ex-liars who managed to turn their young to the ways of truth? How did you do it?