Growing up, I remember my mom telling me things like, "I don't care if Janie has a gun, we don't have things like that in our house." I remember thinking that Cool Janie got a firearm (and probably hollow-point bullets), but I had nothing. It wasn't until I had children of my own that I realized this wasn't aimed at telling us kids what we aren't allowed to have, it was aimed at the other parents, passive-aggressively pointing out their crappy parenting.
I was at a party chatting with my son's friends' mothers about what tv shows our kids watch, and I mentioned that my son likes to watch The Fairly OddParents. (I like it too- good ole Norm, granting those annoying wishes.) Anyway, one kid in the group asks his mom why he can't watch it too. His mom replies, "I don't care what Mechanic Jr's mom lets him watch, we don't watch shows like that."
And that's when I realized that her comment wasn't aimed at her cherub offspring, but at horrible ole me.
Now if you don't mind, I'll be sitting over here in the corner watching Invader Zim and The Simpsons while reading chemistry.
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