I do something similar with my son. When he's being naughty my wife calls my cellphone and I act like it's spiderman. Spiderman always encourages my son to listen to his parents.I'd like to think he found a nice girl whose mom used to beat her with an extension cord and they fell in love and ran off together to live with the Amish, where no one could hurt then ever again.Took me years to realize it was my grandpa. Apparently my mom was really mad at me once for something, and called my grandpa saying it was Santa with no real plan, and the guy just rolled with it.
My mom tried the wooden spoon, but it would break on me too easily. I also really regret the day when I was 14 or so and also really into punk rock and purchased a spiked belt. That one hurt.Ah yes the belt.. only second in command to the wooden spoon.. Who was actually second in command to a swift kick in the ass from dad's foot.So I guess the belt was actually a third in line chump when it came to making me stand up straight, respect my elders, and finish my dinner.
"Deadpool says to be a good boy and listen to your parents. That's how you keep them from beating you with the jumper cables again! Oh, and ask Mommy to buy some Deadpool comics while she's at the store. That's how you keep Deadpool from beating you with jumper cables..."That's honestly awesome, it makes me happy that other parents do something similar. That way when they look back I guarantee they will appreciate you more. I appreciate my parents to begin with, but it's the little things like this they have saved that makes me just hold onto the memories tighter.
A long time ago, some friends of mine's little boy lost his tooth before bedtime and was absolutely heart broken. My friend called my mom, whom the kids had never met, and she pretended to be the tooth fairy. She told him not to worry about it, as she was really good at finding teeth. After he went to sleep, they snuck a dollar under his pillow with a note that said "found it!". She ended up calling him whenever he lost a tooth after that. When he finally met her, he recognized her voice and was amazed that my mom was the tooth fairy. Or at least he played it off pretty good. No idea when he stopped believing it.
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