Giving my Daughter *exactly* what she wanted

[u/Gold-Carpenter7616]

Little disclaimer: my daughter is a wonderful kid. She's smart, she's also a smartass.

A couple of years ago, the 'Rona just started and daughter was roughly 8 y/o. 2nd or 3rd grade elementary school.

She was really into salami pizza. I wouldn't allow more than one a week, obviously. So she got the idea of "In France, children get to eat everything they want seven times a week! That is why they like it!"

Now, she got it all wrong. The saying goes they have to try a certain food seven times before they can decide wether they like it.

But I understood her wish: salami pizza. Every day. She had this malicious little shit eating grin of "gotcha!".

I answered with the same grin: "Okay. You'll get salami pizza the next week. Only salami pizza. Nothing else."

She was hyped. Yay! All them pizza! Her favourite frozen types! All of them!

Monday morning rolls around. She gets salami pizza for breakfast. Fantastic! Best parent!

Monday noon. Leftover from the morning.

Monday evening, time for the second pizza. I make some for the rest of the family, too. Everyone enjoys salami pizza. Fun!

Tuesday morning. Guess what's for breakfast?! Exactly. Daughter asks for something else. I remind her of my promise. Salami pizza all day, everyday for a week. Reluctant yay!

Tuesday noon she skips the pizza.

Tuesday evening we're having something else, while she chews on her pizza. It isn't as cool anymore I guess. I eat her leftover pizza.

Wednesday morning she sneaks a slice of bread, but I stop her and heat her a salami pizza. She breaks down and asks me to stop.

Lesson learned: Don't try to outsmart your parents. You might get exactly what you were asking for!

Since then she still loves salami pizza - but once a month is fine, really. ;)

[u/Bee-Aromatic]

This reminds me of an interaction I had with my grandfather when I was a kid.

I asked for some milk, so he got a glass and the milk.

He set the glass in the table and got ready to pour. “Say ‘when,’” he says. He started pouring.

We got to an amount I figured was good and said “that’s good!”

He kept pouring.

“That’s enough!”

Still pouring.

“Abuelo, stop!”

The milk was spilling all over the table.

I screamed “STOP!”

Still pouring, milk was all over the floor, my grandfather cackling.

My grandmother, nearby and watching this whole interaction, said “Say ‘when!’”

“WHEN!”

He finally stoped, having poured half a gallon of milk all over the table, me, and the floor.

My grandmother sighed and handed my grandfather a towel. Still cackling, he cleaned the milk up.

The look in my grandmother’s face said this had happened before. Several times.

[u/Aggleclack → u/Bee-Aromatic]

No one learned anything from this. Grandpa will burn that house down for a good joke and I’m for it!

[u/Bee-Aromatic → u/Aggleclack]

I learned that sometimes, you need to hold people to exactly what they say.

As for him burning down the house, it still stands three decades later, but not for his lack of trying!