Fun for parents--The "why my kid is crying" thread

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For those of us with toddlers and preschoolers, I thought it might be fun to run a thread and together chuckle at the reasons that small children cry.

Currently, my sweet darling is crying because there are no more pages in her “Brown Bear, Brown bear” book.

Also because I wouldn’t let her play with a used diaper.:roll_eyes:
 
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I vividly remember my son, who is now ten, crying as a toddler because his a few of his peas were squashed.
 
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I saw a little girl, sitting on the lower most shelf below the magazines and candy at Whole Foods crying inconsolably and for more than a few minutes because her mom would not let her ring out the sweets she had picked out as they were checking out. Her whole universe had been turned upside down. On another front, her slightly older sister was somewhat more collected. Quite calm and placid really. She also had a nice box of cookies in her hands, and her mom told her she also would have to put those back. Thankifully, for the little girl, however, she had thought to put them in the qeue when her mom had not been looking and the cookies had already been run through. It’s all about strategy and timing. She got to keep them.
 
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My daughter cried the other day because I wouldn’t let her pry the keys off of the computer keyboard.
 
My grown son has four boys, the oldest one being six. I pity their mother because only one is in school yet.

Seems to me the most frequent crying I see is when their mom or dad won’t let them “drive” a car, pickup, tractor or even my bobcat. I mean that literally. They want to sit on the adult’s lap and steer the car or tractor or bobcat, and I think even the lap part is a concession. They WANT TO DRIVE. Sometimes their parents will allow it out in some open field, but that really doesn’t seem to be sufficient.

And the younger one of them is, the more he wants to drive. The youngest is one year old, and he’s the worst.
 
My son cried because he doesn’t like the eyebrows on a stuffed animal in the store.
 
Last week my 2 year old cried literally inconsolably, for almost 45 minutes, because she handed me her tablet and I tried to hand it back to her after starting a show. Apparently, she didn’t want to watch PJ masks.

We are at a horrible time, she needs a nap but takes hours to put to bed if she takes one, so around 4-5 pm almost anything can cue a meltdown, which cannot be resolved.
 
Oo, I remember that time so clearly, and shudder. Sleep issues are so incredibly difficult to work through.
 
And we just had our third, so I also have a 6 week old baby to deal with. Luckily, he, on the other hand, is a pretty good sleeper.
 
Ouch, that is a challenge. But great that the little one is a good sleeper. Hang in there. I have four, and they came over a period of five years, so I totally feel your pain.
 
My 5 year old just had a meltdown because I cut the nectarine…that she is sharing with her sisters.
 
My 3 year old cried like mad because I spread the jam on her piece of bread

This morning my 6 year old cried and got very cross because I turned her sleeves up ‘the wrong way’
 
Yesterday my son bought a Minecraft Bible at the school book fair. He LOVES it and was devouring Bible stories.

… and then he read about the plagues…

My husband lay with him until he fell asleep because:
  1. He couldn’t stop thinking about all those babies dying,
  2. He was terrified the Angel of Death was going to come and kill his baby sister.
If I had lambs blood I would have coated our front door with it just to ease his fear.
 
Right now because the metal 3.5 quart olive oil container she so deftly pulled from the recycle bin cannot fit into her baby doll stroller. 🤨
 
Not a parent, but I worked in a school cafeteria. This was a story from some of the kindergarteners. One little girl comes up to me crying, absolutely distraught, and says “Miss, he called me a name!” I asked what he called her. The tearful reply I got was “He called me Jen. My name’s Jane!” (Names changed, of course.)

Needless to say, I carefully explained to her that accidents happen, and it feels bad but sometimes people just didn’t mean anything. The little boy was falling all over himself to apologize too.
 
On the way home from Mass, my daughter got mad because I tried to sing along with her when she was singing “A Lovely Night”. She told me that was HER song and I could sing “Row Your Boat” when she was done.
 
I had a kid lie on my once when I worked after care. She told her parents when they picked her up that I was “the one that keeps calling me mean names.” Her name was Hannah and I called her “Hannah Banana”. Once. And I stopped after she threw a massive, sobbing fit over it. I mean, snot running down her face, shrieking all morning long, refused to do anything by cry over it.
 
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