You still never answered the question...would you be proud of any of your kids to act in this fashion???
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I'm happy to say I'm not so insecure that I can't tolerate 12-year-olds communicating to me as in equal. In fact, I rather like it when kids feel comfortable enough around me to not feel they have to be seen and not heard.
He is 56, but doesn't look his age.
I guess the OP tucked tail and ran...
No follow up posts. I guess this did not go as expected.
Hopefully he learned he did not handle the situation well.
No follow up posts. I guess this did not go as expected.
Hopefully he learned he did not handle the situation well.
Proud? No. Backhand? No. Thankful to some GC wanker that felt the need to mentally challenge a 12 year old that might be a bit too prideful? Nope.
When I was 12, which was around 1937, if a child spoke at all, we just went ahead and shot 'em. That's why I didn't speak until I was 27, and then I got most a the words wrong. Back then, children worked in coal mines, and gave their parents all their money, and were danged grateful to do it! Most of my friends died from black lung by the age a 15! We needs ta bring back them times! People was happier in those days, even if they didn't know it!
When I was 12 years old, I coulda thrown better, hit harder, and got more girls than you could at any point in your life. Not only that, but the law was on my side!
Not knowing how the kid actually came across, I can't offer any advice other than the generic "avoid confrontation with kids" one.
Page 8; anyone else notice that the OP hasn't been back since he launched this?
Haha, no way! I kick those little brats down! When they hit 14 or 15 they'll be so far ahead of me that we may as well not be in the same race!
Yes, I love Pokemon haha
Oop! I spoke to an adult! @Billybladez66 don't backhand me! Please!
Hell I always talk to kids like they are equals when they are mature enough to talk and act like equals themselves. I don't pull rank as an adult unless it's absolutely necessary and someone's about to get hurt if things keep getting out of hand. How else do you expect a kid to learn to treat others with respect unless you give it to them too so they know what it feels like?
Also, Sometimes if you don't have your own head shoved up your own ego you would be surprised what you can learn from a 12 year old.
Really not worth responding to at this point. But I will indulge. No, I would likely not be proud. I would more likely be embarrassed. I would then try my best to deal with the situation as a responsible adult and parent.
Afterwards I would have a conversation with my son about manners, boundaries, etc... so far as a 12 year old can understand.
I would not smack my son for that. OTOH, if some "disrespected elder" feels the need to smack my kid, or even just demeans him, said elder will have to deal with me.
If that's too 'soft' for you, then whatever. Rest assured my kids won't bother you anytime soon. I keep them away from abusive adults.
When I was 12 years old, my father used to murder me in my sleep about once a month. After I had died 73 or 74 times, it got to the point where I couldn't even squeeze out a ghost anymore. In those days, parents would give their children a case of the whooping cough, or black plague, just so's the kids would know they had to mind, and God help 'em if they were ever late to supper, after 16 hours toiling in the fields! I remember me and all my little friends fought the Nazis off singlehandedly when they tried to overtake our town. The grownups just sat by and laughed and ate sandwiches while all of us were being hit by machine gun fire, and blowing up from mortar shells. Back then, if you had a arm blowed off, they'd just sew another one on, and send you right back out there! It got to the point where I had two left arms, and one a my feet was a size 16. Really made shoe shopping hard, I guess, but back then we almost never had any shoes anyway. We'd just nail sandpaper to our feet, and pour turpentine on it.
This may come across as nitpicky, but, I feel your choice of the word salvageable is rather distasteful. Sounds like you're talking about an object, like you picked up a beater guitar off CL to refinish. I also find your assumptions about the lack character of poor people to be concerning.
