Absurd Things We Never Thought We’d Say Until We Became Parents
“No, You’re Not a Lion”: The Wildly Funny Things Parents Say (And Why It’s Totally Normal)
Ever said something out loud as a parent and immediately thought,
“Wait… did I just say that?”
Welcome to the real parenting club — where conversations sound like a cross between survival manuals, philosophical riddles, and stand-up comedy.
Because you know the truth:
Parenting is basically a live improv show.
No script. No dress rehearsal. Just wild questions, sticky fingers, and deep emotional plot twists.
The Absurd Reality of Raising Tiny Humans
You thought parenting would involve wise, profound lines like:
“Kindness is your superpower.”
“Breathe through big feelings.”
“Believe in yourself.”
But in reality, you find yourself whisper-screaming things like:
“The sink is not for pooing.”
“No, you cannot wash your toys in the toilet.”
“Stop sniffing the marker. No, the whitener too. Please — not the glue stick.”
“And just when you think it can’t get weirder… No, you’re not a lion. You cannot pee in the garden.”
Yes, you’re parenting. And yes — it’s completely normal.
The “Did I Really Just Say That?” Hall of Fame
Here’s a collection of top-tier, absolutely real things parents say — all in a day’s work:
Your home is not a mural. Your furniture didn’t ask to be abstract art.
Even if it’s “crunchy” — it’s not a side dish.
Not behind the slide. Not near the dog. Not under the tree. Just… no.
Even if it “feels nice,” it’s not for your legs. Or your eyebrows.
It’s for bones, not for erasing mistakes.
This is not your craft assignment. That was your school uniform.
The timer hears you. So do we. It’s still bedtime.
It doesn’t mute grown-ups. It doesn’t skip chores. It’s not your wand.
They’re not boomerangs. And no, we don’t have the magical fixing spray.
Things fall. People get hurt. And no, we don’t have backup flowerpots.
It’s minty soap for your teeth. Not your snack tube.
We see those chapatis in there. That’s not recycling — it’s busted.
It’s not teleportation. It’s digestion. Please chew. Please.
You don’t have to open it 47 times a day. It doesn’t change.
They’re not just hat holders. Use them.
We’re not hosting a demolition derby.
This isn’t a strength competition. Paper always loses.
Please stop climbing me like furniture. I do not have cushions.
Bonus Round: The Body Has Jobs — Please Use It Accordingly
“Use your mouth to speak — you have a voice.”
“Use your eyes to see — they’re not just decorations.”
“You have hands — they’re for helping, not flinging slime.”
“You have feet — they’re for walking, not climbing the curtain rods.”
“You have a brain — and yes, it works better when it’s switched on.”
This Is Parenting, Not a Pinterest Board
This isn’t chaos.
This is real parenting.
You’re not failing — you’re just being exposed to your child’s raw, unfiltered genius.
They’re not “being difficult.” They’re exploring. Testing. Creating. Inventing new problems you never knew existed.
And yes — they’re learning.
Every time you say something that sounds like it belongs in a sitcom script, they’re actually connecting the dots of the world.
So the Next Time You Catch Yourself Saying…
“No, you cannot pee in the shoe rack — even if you almost made it to the bathroom.”
“You can’t chew the shoelaces to ‘taste the journey.’”
“The fish does not go in the microwave to get dry.”
“No, the fridge magnets are not talking to you.”
Pause.
Laugh.
And give yourself the standing ovation you deserve.
Because this is parenting — unpredictable, unfiltered, brilliantly bizarre.
And you’re doing just fine.
The lines above? Most of them are from my own parenting journey — and yes, I still find myself using them with my students too.
They bring humour.
They take the edge off.
They remind us that laughter is often the best de-escalation strategy.
So try it.
Even in a difficult moment, you might just end up laughing together — and that’s a victory in itself.
My Final Word? You’re Not Alone (and You’re Doing Just Fine)
So if your day involved:
- Explaining that the dog doesn’t need to be glittered,
- Fishing socks out of the washing machine mid-cycle,
- Or negotiating with a 4-year-old who insists he’s legally allowed to marry chocolate…
You’re not broken. You’re not behind.
You’re just parenting — beautifully, messily, and with endless magic.
Thank you for being part of this quiet revolution.
The momentum is real.
And it begins with you.