Any other signs of mental health or cognitive decline issues?

Anonymous wrote:NP. That grandma sounds a bit psycho, honestly. Taking apart lego sucks, even with a tool. She must have been determined.

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This is intentionally taking down a creation and making it difficult to rebuild. It’s malicious.

You really need to get a grip.

It’s Legos.

Anonymous wrote:Come on, how do people actually think this was a mistake? Who sees a completed lego set on the table and thinks it's a mess that needs to be cleaned up? If grandma really thought she was helping I'd be concerned for her cognitive function.

We have a lot of the Minecraft Lego sets. They're a bit different since they're a lot of little separate things rather than one large structure. Just putting it away in a bin would be "taking it apart". And then getting it back out would be putting it back together.

Anonymous wrote:Grandma is a grown woman! Her daughter cannot force her to re-sort legos as a punishment. My god.

Then the malicious grandmother should go home where she can’t disrupt her daughter’s household. The remaining adults can fix this for the child without her.

Grandma is a grown woman! Her daughter cannot force her to re-sort legos as a punishment. My god.

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Anonymous wrote:Grandma seems psycho. I would simply discard the whole thing and start fresh. And maybe send granny home.
I am a professional artist and something like this would make me livid.
However I have learned through the years that most people have little respect for things that are handmade. The housekeepers seem to want to destroy them. I lock everything in a cabinet before they come.

Maybe you are a terrible artist if everyone wants to discard your art!

DP. Maybe you are a troll and don’t get enough attention IRL.

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Anonymous wrote:This is like throwing away a favorite lovey.

I left my favorite lovey on the seat at a restaurant when I was 6 and my grandpa wouldn't let me go back inside to retrieve it (we were in the parking lot, so not far away). I cried myself to sleep for weeks missing that lovey. It still hurts a little. Nothing else from childhood effected me the way that did. It's the only thing i think of when people talk about my grandpa.

I’m the mother to a DD with a lovey. That story made me so sad. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I would have ripped my father a new one if he was that grandfather.

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My god. I'm a mother of a 3 year old who doesn't have particular attachment to any one lovey, but has a few she adores. I can't imagine EVER doing that to her -- or any child. I am so sorry that happened to you.

When my little sister was maybe 5, my mom accidentally left her favorite lovey on the roof of the car when she was getting her into her car seat and drove away. Couldn't ever find it. I gave her one of my animals, which she bonded with, but my parents felt so horrible that they actually wrote a letter from Santa, saying that her lovey ended up with a little girl elf who needed a friend. It actually worked really well with my sister. But their effort goes to show how much losing a lovey can impact a child.

Different Pp, but that elf note is so sweet. I don’t understand how adults can just crush an innocent child’s spirit. It doesn’t take too much effort to show loce and encouragement when mistakes happen! That’s the teaching moment. I’m sure your sister is deeply appreciative now that she is older. And it was just as kind for you to give one of your dolls. Sounds like a family with love and warmth in it.

PP here. Thank you It's gone from being a painful episode in the moment to a nice memory we reminisce about, which I think goes to show that if you handle things correctly as a parent, you can turn negative situations around.

Can someone bump OP’s update? I can’t find it.

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Anonymous wrote:This is like throwing away a favorite lovey.

I left my favorite lovey on the seat at a restaurant when I was 6 and my grandpa wouldn't let me go back inside to retrieve it (we were in the parking lot, so not far away). I cried myself to sleep for weeks missing that lovey. It still hurts a little. Nothing else from childhood effected me the way that did. It's the only thing i think of when people talk about my grandpa.

I’m the mother to a DD with a lovey. That story made me so sad. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I would have ripped my father a new one if he was that grandfather.

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My god. I'm a mother of a 3 year old who doesn't have particular attachment to any one lovey, but has a few she adores. I can't imagine EVER doing that to her -- or any child. I am so sorry that happened to you.

When my little sister was maybe 5, my mom accidentally left her favorite lovey on the roof of the car when she was getting her into her car seat and drove away. Couldn't ever find it. I gave her one of my animals, which she bonded with, but my parents felt so horrible that they actually wrote a letter from Santa, saying that her lovey ended up with a little girl elf who needed a friend. It actually worked really well with my sister. But their effort goes to show how much losing a lovey can impact a child.

Different Pp, but that elf note is so sweet. I don’t understand how adults can just crush an innocent child’s spirit. It doesn’t take too much effort to show loce and encouragement when mistakes happen! That’s the teaching moment. I’m sure your sister is deeply appreciative now that she is older. And it was just as kind for you to give one of your dolls. Sounds like a family with love and warmth in it.

Anonymous wrote:OP posted an update several pages back. Sounds like Grandma realized she screwed up. Grandpa was going to help the boy reassemble.

So many people on here saying that Grandma was just trying to help clean up and the boy is coddled are missing the point. Cleaning up? Yes, a mistake. Scolding the boy? How dare she. Out of line on so many levels. That's the sticking point with me.

The thought of that happening to my (now grown, previously Lego-obsessed) son hurts my heart. Those sets were his prized possessions.

This child is going to remember what happened forever.

Grandma is not willing to even apologize face-to-face with the child. She wrote a note. That tells me she doesn’t realize the depth of the hurt she caused.

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Anonymous wrote:This is like throwing away a favorite lovey.

I left my favorite lovey on the seat at a restaurant when I was 6 and my grandpa wouldn't let me go back inside to retrieve it (we were in the parking lot, so not far away). I cried myself to sleep for weeks missing that lovey. It still hurts a little. Nothing else from childhood effected me the way that did. It's the only thing i think of when people talk about my grandpa.

I’m the mother to a DD with a lovey. That story made me so sad. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I would have ripped my father a new one if he was that grandfather.

+1.

My god. I'm a mother of a 3 year old who doesn't have particular attachment to any one lovey, but has a few she adores. I can't imagine EVER doing that to her -- or any child. I am so sorry that happened to you.

When my little sister was maybe 5, my mom accidentally left her favorite lovey on the roof of the car when she was getting her into her car seat and drove away. Couldn't ever find it. I gave her one of my animals, which she bonded with, but my parents felt so horrible that they actually wrote a letter from Santa, saying that her lovey ended up with a little girl elf who needed a friend. It actually worked really well with my sister. But their effort goes to show how much losing a lovey can impact a child.

Come on, how do people actually think this was a mistake? Who sees a completed lego set on the table and thinks it's a mess that needs to be cleaned up? If grandma really thought she was helping I'd be concerned for her cognitive function.

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Anonymous wrote:This is like throwing away a favorite lovey.

I left my favorite lovey on the seat at a restaurant when I was 6 and my grandpa wouldn't let me go back inside to retrieve it (we were in the parking lot, so not far away). I cried myself to sleep for weeks missing that lovey. It still hurts a little. Nothing else from childhood effected me the way that did. It's the only thing i think of when people talk about my grandpa.

I’m the mother to a DD with a lovey. That story made me so sad. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I would have ripped my father a new one if he was that grandfather.

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Anonymous wrote:Eh he’s 6. No way I’m picking a fight with adults I otherwise get along with because of a 6 year old’s toy, nor am
I subjecting anyone to sorting or rebuilding. If he wants to, he can. If not, whatever.

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Unless you have some reason to believe she did it maliciously, all you have is an old lady who put away some toys and thought she was being helpful. I absolutely would not yell at her or demand she buy my kid anything. I can’t believe you treat your mothers like this.

Agree. The worst thing about the internet is that I have discovered that most people are horrible, selfish beings. Grandmas clean up. They try to help. If your kid is “devastated” by this then he has a pretty charmed life.

My grandmother helped when I was a child. Papers my mother hadn’t seen (and had to sign) were thrown out, because she “cleaned off the table” so we could eat as soon as my mother got home. She also washed clothes in hot water “to get them clean” and shrank them, caused colors to run and dyed one load pink.

The difference is that she never scolded my siblings or me. She ignored us when she threw out papers. (Yes, I remember it clearly. When she throws out papers at her house, she’s always torn them up to burn them. She tore up my permission slip for THREE field trips, and it was debatable whether I would get to go to the first one, because my teacher couldn’t find an original to copy and didn’t have time to type another. Schools that require identical forms when they aren’t available again are annoying).

She also never took apart something we’d spent effort to do. She was really trying to help, because she knew my mom had a lot on her plate. And when my mother asked her to stop “helping,” and explained that my sister and I could handle it, she did some cooking instead.