That peas were filled with peanut butter so I'd eat them.
What are some (non-hurtful and silly) lies your parents told you? Lies you've told your children? Lies you might/will tell your children?
Lies my parents told me
That peas were filled with peanut butter so I'd eat them.
What are some (non-hurtful and silly) lies your parents told you? Lies you've told your children? Lies you might/will tell your children?
Originally Posted by Fynn
I honestly can't think of any.
Other than Santa Claus I guess.
They told me they loved me.
...Sephex what
Yeah, I'll tell my kids about Santa and the Easter bunny and tooth fairy. May as well.
I can't think of any lies my parents told me.
Santa/tooth fairy/Easter bunny/etc. That's it.
"Parents?"
My mom told me she forgot when she and my dad got married. Did not figure out she was lying until I was 24 and found photos of their wedding where you could see she was very pregnant.
... xD
You were a surprisingly credulous youth, Shluppers. Didn't you also believe in Santa well into double-digits?
My parents did the usual Santa/tooth fairy thing, though I stopped believing in them after I was about 4 or 5. I can't think of any other "lies."
My Mom told me that if I slept in a room with the fan on and the doors/windows closed, that I would die.
this is a fairly widely-held belief in South Korea actually. Fan death - Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaMy Mom told me that if I slept in a room with the fan on and the doors/windows closed, that I would die.
i can't think of anything out of the ordinary my parents did. they were pretty straightforward with me.
Umm, Santa exists guys?
Adults that I've lived with and my mother liked to lie to me about their excessive drug use, if that counts.
I want to laugh harder at fan death, but we have our own really stupid culture-based misconceptions.
My parents told me when I was very little, as long as they didn't act alarmed, I could hurt myself (minor stuff) and not really be phased by it. If I fell and scraped myself or burned myself, they said afterwords I would glance over at them. If they made a fuss I'd get concerned. If they didn't, I would grunt and keep going.
I guess that's a close as it gets other than Santa Claus.
Nothing about my parents comes straight to mind... but when I was around 4 my grampy told me that the lumps in gravy were turtles and I refused to eat gravy well until I was in my teens. Mostly I was scarred and just disgusted by gravy ... and then I met poutine.
Boldly go.
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