Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What are you supposed to do when the floor turns to lava if you can’t stand on the furniture?
Love this. My older sister died when I was a child and I have very few memories. I do recall our game of "Can't step on the lava floor."![]()
Anonymous wrote:What are you supposed to do when the floor turns to lava if you can’t stand on the furniture?
Anonymous wrote:When did “disrespect” become a word?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:We have a giant sectional in our family room and my 6 and 4 year old often climb all over it. They are pretty good about stopping when I tell them to but it’s the family room and I’m not going to get all bent out of shape about it. I worry about them getting hurt, not about disrespecting the furniture. They never do it in the living room. My guess is that OP doesn’t have kids!
Or if she has kids they will end up being anal retentive.
Anonymous wrote:Inanimate objects don’t feel disrespect. OP finds this to be disrespectful but that’s on her. Different countries, cultures, families have different expectations of respect. It’s not anything like coloring on the walls because that does permanent damage. Jumping on the couch is much more normal to me, and is in fact why IKEA couches were invented.
Anonymous wrote:People keep saying “get back to us when you have kids!” but weren’t we all kids at one time? I never did this to my parents’ furniture as a kid. Y’all were jumping all over your furniture growing up?
Anonymous wrote:Because maybe she's okay with it? She values her children being able to play and be active, over sitting quietly like "nice little children".
They're children! It's only furniture!
Anonymous wrote:What are you supposed to do when the floor turns to lava if you can’t stand on the furniture?
This brings back a good memory. One day my brother and I couldn’t leave his room because we were in a houseboat (it was always my dream to live in a house that was also a boat), and we were on the houseboat when we were on his bed, but we sometimes jumped into the water (the carpet) for a swim when we wanted play. One day we had so many adventures out at sea that we got really hungry, but we didn’t want to stop playing, so we screamed into the air vent in the floor “Mom, bring us some peanut butter sandwiches. We can’t leave the room!” That sounds so obnoxious, but we did happily play together for a really long time without complaining, fighting, crying, whining, getting injured, breaking anything or making a mess, so she still came out on top, even if we demanded to be waited on hand and foot.Anonymous wrote:Disrespect is such an odd word to use in this situation.
I also find parents that talk about “respect” demand it but never earn it.