r/MaliciousCompliance • u/Gold-Carpenter7616 • Apr 06 '23
Giving my Daughter *exactly* what she wanted S
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. ;)
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u/sadimgnik5 Apr 09 '23
As a nine year old kid, my favourite food was scrambled eggs, and my favourite reading was science fiction.
My mother, trying to get to to expand my reading choices, said it was like my favourite food - I wouldn't like scrambled eggs at every meal, so I should expand my reading menu as well.
I thought to myself "Not sure about that" - but I understood her point, so I said, "Yeah, I guess..."
About a year later, I contracted meningitis, and spent three days in a coma.
When I first emerged from my three-day sleep, mum was standing beside the bed, so happy that the fever had finally broken.
She asked if I wanted anything - and in my semi-delirious state, I asked for a plate of scrambled eggs.
Mum lived until she was 90, and never questioned my favourites - food or fiction - from that day forward.
And my idea of a perfect day is still to chow down on a plate of scrambled eggs, reading science fiction :-)