When my son was a toddler, I had an older aunt who had no children, but plenty of opinions on how they should be raised. We were visiting one time, and planned a visit to the zoo, and she just insisted that we had to get a leash for him, or he was so going to get away from us, and end up in an animal pen, and get eaten, presumably.
I refused her many orders to get a leash (I didn’t even know where to find one, this was before Amazon), and finally just flat out told her that there would be no leash, we would just have to do our jobs as parents and adults, and actually pay attention to him.
And he only got into animal
pens a few times. He hardly got gnawed on at all. He was fine.
When my son was a toddler, I had an older aunt who had no children, but plenty of opinions on how they should be raised. We were visiting one time, and planned a visit to the zoo, and she just insisted that we had to get a leash for him, or he was so going to get away from us, and end up in an animal pen, and get eaten, presumably.
I refused her many orders to get a leash (I didn’t even know where to find one, this was before Amazon), and finally just flat out told her that there would be no leash, we would just have to do our jobs as parents and adults, and actually pay attention to him.
And he only got into animal pens a few times. He hardly got gnawed on at all. He was fine.
Get a leash! You want another gorilla to get shot?
This is precisely the 80s VHS parenting payoff I was hoping for