From Not Always Right: Helicopter Parents: Ultra Mode
I am nineteen and have moved out of my parent’s house.
Me: “It was super late and we wanted to go home anyway.”
Dad: “Super late, huh?”
Me: “It was almost 2:00 am.”
Dad: Suddenly irate “WHAT?! You have no business being out that late! What were you even doing?”
Me: “We went to see the midnight release of a movie after work—”
Dad: To Mom “What are we going to do about this?”
Me: “Wait, what?”
Mom: “Well, obviously you broke curfew, so—”
Me: “Wait, hold up. Aren’t you two forgetting something? I don’t live here anymore.”
Dad: “You’re our daughter! You have no business being out and about at 2:00 am!”
Me: “I’m an adult that doesn’t live here or even rely on you financially. I have a job, I have a place on my own, and I pay my own bills. What I do with my time is literally none of your business.”
Mom: “You’re just a teenager! You need to listen to us!”
Dad: “As long as you live under our roof—”
Me: “I don’t, though. I have my own roof where I make my own rules. So you’re going to… do what, exactly?”
Dad: “Give me your keys.”
Me: “My car keys? The keys to the car I bought myself, that’s in my name? I don’t think so.”
Mom: “You broke the rules!”
Me: “Those rules stopped applying to me the minute I moved out. I’m leaving now.”
Dad: “You disrespectful little— Don’t you walk away from me!”
They still insisted I “broke curfew” as an adult and tried to demand that I either hand over my car keys or accept the grounding. I went home, instead. Somehow, they were shocked when I moved hundreds of miles away six months later.
Kids in my neighborhood played tackle on the lawn to the church across the street. There were two walkways interrupting the lawn so the rule was “no tackling on the concrete.”
We used to play tackle football in a parking lot for fun, but then we also rode bikes with no helmets, drank from water hoses, and played “dodge Jarts”… AND we all survived.
Yakety Sax about 1 month ago
From Not Always Right: Helicopter Parents: Ultra Mode
I am nineteen and have moved out of my parent’s house.
Me: “It was super late and we wanted to go home anyway.”
Dad: “Super late, huh?”
Me: “It was almost 2:00 am.”
Dad: Suddenly irate “WHAT?! You have no business being out that late! What were you even doing?”
Me: “We went to see the midnight release of a movie after work—”
Dad: To Mom “What are we going to do about this?”
Me: “Wait, what?”
Mom: “Well, obviously you broke curfew, so—”
Me: “Wait, hold up. Aren’t you two forgetting something? I don’t live here anymore.”
Dad: “You’re our daughter! You have no business being out and about at 2:00 am!”
Me: “I’m an adult that doesn’t live here or even rely on you financially. I have a job, I have a place on my own, and I pay my own bills. What I do with my time is literally none of your business.”
Mom: “You’re just a teenager! You need to listen to us!”
Dad: “As long as you live under our roof—”
Me: “I don’t, though. I have my own roof where I make my own rules. So you’re going to… do what, exactly?”
Dad: “Give me your keys.”
Me: “My car keys? The keys to the car I bought myself, that’s in my name? I don’t think so.”
Mom: “You broke the rules!”
Me: “Those rules stopped applying to me the minute I moved out. I’m leaving now.”
Dad: “You disrespectful little— Don’t you walk away from me!”
They still insisted I “broke curfew” as an adult and tried to demand that I either hand over my car keys or accept the grounding. I went home, instead. Somehow, they were shocked when I moved hundreds of miles away six months later.
NOT my story, but it could have been. . . . . . .
snsurone76 about 1 month ago
Reminds me of June Cleaver.
Izzy Moreno about 1 month ago
So, regular football. (Soccer for the yanks.)
E.Z. Smith Premium Member about 1 month ago
In junior high, we played flag football. If you rolled the belt a couple of times, it made the Velcro flags harder to pull off.
Just-me about 1 month ago
Next step is to send the kids out to play wrapped in bubble wrap and monitored by an attorney.
Meg: All Seriousness Aside about 1 month ago
Kids in my neighborhood played tackle on the lawn to the church across the street. There were two walkways interrupting the lawn so the rule was “no tackling on the concrete.”
Everybody lived.
taz1313 about 1 month ago
We used to play tackle football in a parking lot for fun, but then we also rode bikes with no helmets, drank from water hoses, and played “dodge Jarts”… AND we all survived.
Doug K about 1 month ago
That’s one more way to just “Use your words.”
jtburgess Premium Member about 1 month ago
If that’s what the world is coming to, i think I’ll tackle one of the parents.C’mon people, let’s your kids be kids.
jmworacle about 1 month ago
Woke at it’s finest.
mistercatworks about 1 month ago
Wait until you hear the rules for soccer. :)
bigdawgjohn about 1 month ago
dont let Roger Goodell read this strip
Billavi Premium Member about 1 month ago
Just play esports
Drbarb71 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Flag football!
Aladar30 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Interesting that Doonesbry and Broomhilda share the same theme today.