to ask what bizarre cruelty your dc have accused you of?

[Dohee]

I've just been reading threads and was reminded of one thing my dd said to me very earnestly one day.

'I remember you putting me to bed in the middle of the day'.

Now, either she can recall being a baby being put down for a nap, or she recalls being put to bed at her usual bed-time during the summer when it was still bright outside. Either way, she was never put to bed at 3pm for the rest of the day and night.

It's funny what they remember and what they interpret.

Have you been accused of any cruelty?

Dd also fell the whole way down the stairs because 'Mammy pushed me'. No, she tripped while I was trying to hold onto her and negotiating her buggy down and she fell down two whole steps. But of course it sounds more catastrophic the way dd told it (She was 3). I think I have a drama queen on my hands.

@ScafellPoke IN A BAG?!

Reading back, I think dd is looking for any opportunity to hang me!
Revenge for time-out maybe. She never agreed with that particular abuse of power.
Well honey, I ain't rearing a delinquent, so sit there and think about how you might avoid time-out in future!
She's a really good teenager, well happy anyway, so I hope I've done something right. Touch wood.

My 20 month DS is currently rolling on the floor screaming and kicking a chair because I won't let him have a second cake. My 8 year old DD had a strop because I asked her to get up and have a shower instead of lying in bed playing roblox. It's such a magical time...

My 7 year old complained this morning that she has to do everything in this house. All because she had to look for a bobble for hair. In fact she volunteered to look for one, I asked her if she had one and she didn't but said she will go look for one. I would have looked for one if she hasn't offered.

I was also accused of being selfish last night (can't remember why) about 10 minutes after purchasing her some coins for her game . I'm really annoyed about that one even though she instantly apologised.

My best friends DD used to come and stay with me at weekends. Completely her choice, she loved coming and we loved having her. She had a small childs suitcase that she used to bring with her.

Every Monday, she used to go into nursery and say 'Aunty X put me in a suitcase and took me away from Mummy and daddy again. She takes me all over the world'

I lived on the other side of the road, she wasn't shut in any suitcase, I didn't take her against her wishes and she was free to go home whenever she wanted as we were only 5 minutes away!

I've just remembered the time the internet went down and ds2 wanted to use Netflix.
Oh the tantrums. I tried to explain about the internet and how it worked etc etc. However, you can't argue with an angry pre-schooler.
I was accused of lying, of being a horrible person and of being cruel on purpose. I spent quite a while checking my phone for updates, whilst trying to calm ds2 down. I'm sure the neighbours thought I was doing something very cruel.
Getting everything via internet has the occasional downside.

I have told this story on here before.

Ds, then aged about 6, went to school and told his teacher that Daddy gave him white powder that made him stay up all night. First we knew of it was when the police knocked at the door first thing one morning and arrested DH on suspicion of supplying class A drugs then proceeded to search the house. After that I had to take DS to the police station to have a recorded interview.

The police failed to find any evidence of the nonexistent class A drugs and DS never repeated his claims!

A few days later, still bewildered, it dawned on us that DS had been talking about a sherbet fountain that DH had not allowed DS to eat just before bed, telling him that he couldn't have all that sugar as he'd be awake half the night.

When my DD was four she told breakfast club staff I had ‘hit her around the head really hard’ the night before which was an absolute lie, I’ve never laid a finger on any of them! Thankfully they believed me, I cried all the way to work.

DS is a bugger for this type of thing, apparently we don't feed him (we found out after he had been having a second breakfast at the childminders for a week and a teacher had been giving him extra fruit!). When he was younger we were walking from the shop where I hadn't bought him any sweets - he decided to run off down the road screaming kidnap -_-

Not cruelty, nice mummy apparently.

My DD wrote in her book in Nursery:

I love my mummy because she gives me medicine to keep me quiet and make me sleep.

It was cough mixture to stop her coughing (it worked) and help her sleep, in the days when cough mixture was not banned for small Children.

You can still get a linctus that is suitable for children.

Mine told her teachers that she couldn't do her homework in the Easter hols last year because I made her do the horses every day, and do all the housework.
I made her muck her own bloody pony out for 3 days out of the holidays, and the rest of the fortnight she rode while I was the groom, and she didn't go near my horse at all! And I asked her to tidy her room and rinse the bath after her!
The horror, imagine having a pony that's looked after and paid for for you and having to muck it out a whole THREE times in two weeks! Total abuse!

DS told her key worker 'Daddy spent all last night kicking me, I didn't sleep.'

During raucous playtime DH had been dangling him upside down and making him smell his feet, cue much encouragement from DS.

Little shite slept all night, slap back in the middle of our bed. It was effing Mummy and Daddy who didn't sleep!

I obviously don't remember this, but have been told:

As a small child I had very tightly curled hair which was pretty horrible to brush. When DM went away for a few days when I was three DF thought he'd come up with an ingenious solution when I was making a big fuss about him brushing it - he quickly washed my hair so that it could easily be brushed through. He felt very smug about fixing the problem so easily until he took me to nursery where the nursery nurse brightly said 'Oh, you have damp hair, sweetheart, is it raining?' and I said 'No, Daddy put my head under the tap because I was crying and mummy's not here'

Dohee Wed 20-Feb-19 10:50:07

Dd also fell the whole way down the stairs because 'Mammy pushed me'. No, she tripped while I was trying to hold onto her and negotiating her buggy down and she fell down two whole steps. But of course it sounds more catastrophic the way dd told it (She was 3). I think I have a drama queen on my hands.

When DS was 4 he fell over in the garden when playing football and cut his hand badly enough to need stitches. General anesthetic needed and a week off school.

He told many, many people that it was daddy's fault for kicking the football and by the time he went back to school he was telling people he'd actually fainted.

More recently, he got his finger in the hinge of the fridge door as I was closing it. Cue agonised wails of how I deliberately hurt him, I knew his finger was there and I'm always deliberately hurting him, with the occasional reassurance that it's ok, he still loves me. He then went a sulked in the corner for a bit because he wasn't happy with me until I pointed out that if he didn't come and eat his dinner the cats would steal it. After that he was fine.

My DD trapped her finger in a closing door when she was about 3. It was slightly bruised, no bleeding or anything.

She went to nursery the next day and showed them her finger. She told them I'd let her play out in the front street when the bin men were there, and a bin lorry ran over her finger

Apparently when i was around four i told everyone on the bus that my daddy was in Peterhead prison. My DM was mortified and hastily explained that he was working away in Peterhead and he had told me about the prison when he was home for the weekend. She didn't think she was believed as she was given some seriously judgey looks. I have never been allowed to forget this even though i am now in my 50's!

I think i got the gist of this thread wrong. Sorry!

My youngest son told our GP that we had made him smell gas to try and sort his blocked ears - it was menthol inhalation ...

I was about 9 or 10, and was convinced my mum was trying to starve me....

In reality she’d decided out of the blue one day to make a rather exotic sweet and sour chicken dish for dinner instead of her usual fare of meat, veg and potatoes I was completely aghast at the bright orange monstrosity that was placed before me. We lived in a “you eat what you’re given or you don’t eat” sort of house, but I was sure she wouldn’t really make me go to bed without dinner. How wrong was I! I threatened to ring ChildLine and everything

My daughter told nursery every day for a week that we hadn't fed her breakfast, so they were feeding her when she got in. They obviously called us in and we had to explain that she definitely was having breakfast at home. Got her to confess and her reply was "but now I don't get 2 breakfasts mummy!!". Thankfully nursery thought it was hilarious and agree she is going to rule the world one day!

DS told another school mum that I don't use manners and never say please. I just tell him to do stuff like a dog.

I stop saying please after the 3rd time of asking. Can you get dressed please? Turns to Get. Dressed. Now.

I remember being about 2/3 and telling people that my mummy dumped me in the bath head first