Like 99.99999% of the world I used to tell my parents that their rules were stupid and that I would NEVER enforce such crazy rule on my children (like having a curfew, going to friend's houses when their parents weren't home, sleep overs on school nights, driving in cars with teenagers... this list could get long).
Now that I am a parent I actually think that I will be a lot stricter than my parents were with most thing, except (as I learned this weekend) for one thing.
Scene - Sunday night, Brett and Peter are drawing on the dry-erase board in the living room while I cook dinner in the kitchen (Aaron is in his excersaucer in case you were wondering).
Brett - No Peter! You are not allowed to write on yourself!
Me - Yes he is!
Brett - (genuinely confused) What?
Me - When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to write on myself and I thought it was a stupid rule then and I still cannot figure out why it should be a rule, so our children are allowed to write on themselves.
Brett - OK? Here Peter, Mommy says you can write on yourself.
My Aunt Marilyn is the only one who can honestly vouch for my why I feel so strongly about this, but lets just say I missed a trip to Ohio once because I wrote on my knee.
You read right, I MISSED A VACATION WITH MY AUNT BECAUSE I WROTE ON MY KNEE!!!
And you thought you had a rough childhood.