Kids say the darndest things, don't they? Or how about the rudest? That seems to be the case for the people in these stories at least! These folks share the most shockingly rude things they've heard from a child ever. Looks like these kids have some growing up to do.
"Conversation between me and my cousin’s kid. He’s 5.
Kid, starts hitting me: ‘What happened to you?’
Me: ‘What do you mean what happened to me?’
Kid: ‘You used to be so fat before. What happened?’
Me: ‘What do you mean, used to be? I’m still fat.’
Kid: ‘Not as fat as before.’
He’s only about 58lbs so I pick him up and flip him upside down. My mistake. Apparently kids like this. I put him on the floor and he grabs onto my leg and won’t let go.
Me: ‘You’re making me miss being fatter. You used to leave me alone.’
I try to pull him off of my leg while he laughs.
Me: ‘You wouldn’t have been able to do this when my leg was fatter.’
The kid is still laughing even though I’m getting irritated.
Meanwhile, my mom is trying to get me to come in the kitchen to help clean up. We were at my aunty’s house for dinner. So basically I have to drag this 58 pound weight into the kitchen so I can dry dishes. My aunties start telling him to get up and get out of the kitchen before someone steps on him.
He gets up immediately and is like, ‘Bye, fat lady!’
I tense up for a moment, take a deep breath, and let it go.
One of my aunties grabs him and tells him to apologize but I’ve kind of had it at that point and he tells me an empty apology and I told him to leave me alone. He didn’t care though and proceeded to annoy my sister instead. Typical.
There’s a lot of things I’ll tolerate, but I really hate personal insults. When said to me, when said to someone else. They bother me a lot more than they should, particularly my weight lately because it’s something I’ve been working on. I’ve gotten more comments on my weight now than I ever did when I was morbidly obese.
‘But Reilyn, he’s just a child.’
So? So what? Saying ‘he’s just a child’ is no better than excusing certain behaviors from boys by saying, ‘boys will be boys’. You can’t tell me there aren’t kids who don’t know better. I sure as heck never went up to people calling them fat regardless of what age I was. Neither did my sister. My family can vouch for that.
His parents don’t help. They laugh at everything he does and let it go because he’s a kid and a boy.
‘He’s just a child.’
‘Boys will be boys.’
Well, you know what? Boys become men, and if I were you I would not be raising some name-calling brat like that.
Nah. No. Not my child. If I ever have kids, they won’t be talking to anyone that way."
"My ex and I were visiting a couple who had been friends of his before we were married. I liked the husband quite a lot but didn’t quite click with the wife, though we got along well enough. I was heavily pregnant with our first child; they were ahead of us and already had a daughter who was three and a son who was one.
When this incident occurred, I was in their car in the middle of the back seat, tightly sandwiched between two large car seats containing the kids. Someone else was in the front passenger seat and the kids’ mom was driving. Like a lot of siblings, the children were prone to squabbling with each other. Somebody started something, they got agitated and they began trying to hit each other behind my back. This wasn’t very pleasant because I was right in the middle and I couldn’t lean forward anymore to get away from them thanks to my pregnant belly. The mother did not tell them to stop…
A couple of annoying and misplaced blows hit me but the next thing I knew, OUCH! I felt this huge, painful pinch on my back that I realized, after a couple of seconds of pure shock, could only have been one thing: the little girl had BIT me! Are you kidding?!? I had refrained from saying anything up until now but that was just it. I whipped around, looked that kid dead in the eye, and said, not loudly but with great meaning, ‘THAT HURT. You should not bite people!’
A wide-eyed stare and then WAAAAAAHHHHHH! The child burst into hysterical tears. She proceeded to cry noisily for a couple of minutes, with the rest of the passengers sitting in silence. I was mortified, in tears myself and my back were throbbing where I’d been bit (I should point out that this was through my shirt - so no skin was broken but it still really hurt).
Finally, the mother looks at me in the rearview mirror and says in an icy tone, ‘She’s not used to other people yelling at her.’
What do you do? I could say or do nothing. I just kept my mouth shut and seethed inwardly. I absolutely could not believe that this mother could seemingly condone her kid biting someone, much less an adult, by blaming the victim and not even slightly reprimanding the child herself. (Note: I don’t recall the other adult in the car saying or doing anything, either, and I can’t for the life of me remember who it was)
Somehow we arrived back at their house. Our husbands immediately realized something was wrong and when I told mine what had happened he was LIVID. I mean, I think I had to physically restrain him from marching over and giving that kid a good scolding (and he was none too happy with the mother, either). Fortunately, the father of the little girl became quite upset and apologized profusely to me, both for what his daughter had done and for his wife’s reaction. I was very gratified to find out that at least one parent knew what was appropriate!
The child was punished by her dad in some fashion, I don’t remember how, but I’m glad to say that she never gave me another moment’s trouble and has grown up into a polite and responsible young lady. So somewhere along the line, she did in fact learn manners and proper behavior! I never did quite buddy-buddy with the mom, and I no longer see these people, but we’re all FB friends - even me and the kid, who’s now 27 - and it’s cool. I personally have never forgotten what happened, though. Obviously!"
"When I was 14-years-old I started babysitting for families who lived in my neighborhood in St. Louis.
One of the families had two children, an adorable girl who was 8 and a boy who was 6.
The girl was very polite and sweet. She mostly stayed in her bedroom playing with her dolls or reading her books.
Her brother was another story. He was mean, obnoxious, and a general bully. He would terrorize his sister in a variety of ways ranging from throwing food at her to rapidly flipping her light switch off and on. Eventually he grabbed one of her dolls and ripped its head off.
When it was time to go to bed, the little girl went into her bedroom, changed into her PJs, and turned out her light. She was a little angel.
Her brother got right up into my face.
He screamed at the top of his lungs 'I hate you. You can’t tell me what to do, you’re just our stupid ugly babysitter.'
I tried to calmly explain I was doing what his parents had instructed me to do regarding his bedtime, but he continued to scream he hated me plus telling me I was the worst babysitter they ever had and his parents only called me because I was their last choice on the list.
I have no idea if any of his claims were true, but he spewed venom and proceeded to try and spit on me.
There appeared to be no obvious way to reason with him so I just let him stay up watching TV. Obviously, I kept an eye on him, but from the opposite of the room. I also didn’t feel it was my place to punish him since his parents hadn’t warned me of his ill-temper.
When his parents arrived home they didn’t seem surprised their son was still awake. His mother immediately started apologizing for not warning me her son was 'difficult.'
The parents called me again to babysit, but I was always too busy.
At one point I saw the same little boy in church with his family. During the church service, he leaned over and socked his sister right in the eye. His dad grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the church.
I’m not sure why he was such an ill-tempered little boy, but he was definitely rude and obnoxious.
I’d like to say I often wondered what happened to that little boy, except I didn’t. I never really gave him another thought until today when I was trying to think of rude little kids who said things to me.
Best wishes to all."
"My niece is three years old. And like lots of kids she simply adores the movie Frozen.
A few months ago we were at a wedding. Being an average 3-year-old, she detests sitting around and would rather be frolicking around with other kids than pay any attention to her boring old Uncle.
Me, trying to be clever and extract two minutes of family bonding and the hopes of a few hugs from her, noted that she was wearing a wristwatch with the characters of Princess Ana and Princess Elsa on it.
So, as a way to engage her in her interest, I tell her that she has a pretty wristwatch on it. I made a note of specifically telling her that it's very pretty, unlike my watch which I downplayed to her as ugly.
Precocious as ever she turns to me matter-of-factly, bats her gorgeously thick eyelashes, and blurts out at the top of her lungs 'No, your watch is not ugly!' (I start smiling halfway on the compliment… but - wait for it…) 'It's just terrible.'
My hopes were absolutely dashed.
Needless to say that my dad, standing next to me, choked on his tea at this, and I've been the butt of family jokes for being taken down so quickly by a three year old who, it turns out, thought she was paying me a compliment!
So I pretty much got inadvertently humbled by a 3-year-old in less than five seconds. It wasn't so much terrible as it was not meant with malice… but at the moment it was pretty hilarious and my dad will most likely remember that cheeky roasting for the rest of his life!"
"I work at this daycare where we basically watch elementary school kids after school (It's mostly for parents that work all day or far away but there are a lot of parents that abuse the fact a program like this is around and just kind of dump their kids on us. It's kind of sad but I digress). We weren't their actual teachers and most of us were under 21 so we put up with a lot of disrespect. This boy though was, by far, the worst.
Number One: This boy is now in sixth grade. He was extremely troublesome. Within my first month of working there, he came up to me and would start saying really outwardly innapropraite things (i.e. ‘Let's hook up’ and ‘Dang girl, that a**’). When my boss and I talked to him about it, he called me a liar and completely denied it. When one of my coworkers finally overheard it and finally called this boy on it, he tried to punch my coworker and make a run for it. Later that year, during snack, he threw a cup of water and chocolate pudding in this girl's face.
When we had a talk with him about it, his response was ‘She deserves it for being so fat,’ and refused to apologize to her. The worst part was that this girl started bawling because she was being pretty severely bullied in school, before the aftercare program, and he sat there, smirking, PROUD of himself for making her cry. He threw a basketball in a first grader's face, nearly broke his nose, and then tried to do it again because he was ‘disappointed that this little kid didn't need surgery. We couldn't do anything besides ‘talk’ to him about it because there are so many rules and regulations on us.
We did try to kick him out but his father was black and accused us of being ‘prejudice’ and threatened to sue us because there was no reason that we were trying to kick his son out, despite us talking to his father on multiple occasions prior to that incident about his son's behavior. Ridiculous.
What separates this boy from all the other troublemakers though was that, when we called those troublemakers out, they would immediately apologize and you could tell that they genuinely felt bad for acting the way that they did. This boy didn't apologize and he never felt bad, he would just smirk at the aftermath of his actions."
"One day, my wife, my 3-year-old son and I were sitting in our living room. There was some Jackie Chan film on TV. We weren't really watching it but something happened on screen. Some kid screamed at Jackie Chan about how he wasn't his real dad and stormed off.
I said to my wife how I wished that I had had Jackie Chan as a dad. She agreed that having Jackie Chan as a father figure would be awesome. We then asked my son, playing with his Lego on the floor, if he would like Jackie Chan as his dad and if he would like it.
Deep thought occurred. The boy answered 'No.'
I asked then if that was because he liked having me as his daddy?
'No' the little bugger answered shaking his head.
'What? So you'd replace me?' I said shocked whilst my wife also made a disproving sound.
'Yes' said the light of my life and joy of my heart.
A little hurt at this remark I inquired further. 'So if I wasn't your daddy then who would you like as your daddy instead then?' I was slightly worried at the possible response but I was down the rabbit hole now so I had to find out.
Cue intense thought. You could feel the force of his thought as my 3-year-old deeply pondered this philosophical question.
He raised his finger in the air with a serious air of gravity about him and said slowly, Batman.
I was hurt that he would replace me but I couldn't really fault his logic."
"I'm a sales rep for a global food company. Part of my job involves stocking shelves in grocery stores so I can order the correct items in appropriate amounts for the store’s next shipment. One day a middle-aged man and his two young daughters (probably around 10 and 8 years old) came down the aisle I was working in, looking for ice cream. The father was looking around, shopping nonchalantly when the older girl suddenly looked straight at me and blurted out in the nastiest tone, 'You must be stupid or something! There's no way I would ever do THAT for a living when I grow up!'
I just turned a bit, looked her in the eye, and smiled a little, pitying her attitude. The father turned pale and was completely mortified. He mumbled an, 'Oh, honey…' to her. He had no words for me, though, and they quickly exited, his eyes downcast. How strange that she felt compelled to mock what I do with my college degree and for a very decent wage, and how sad that her father couldn't immediately use that opportunity to teach his daughter a bit of ethics and etiquette.
Maybe they had a discussion in the car on their way home though…"
"This happened just last year. I gave birth to my first and only child. During the pregnancy I ate very healthy and worked out and didn’t gain much weight (25pounds only lol)… my weight was all in my belly.
The big day came and I had my beautiful baby girl who 'only' weighed 7 pounds. This was shocking since my belly was big and my fiancé and I were both 10 pounders as newborns.
The day after the birth, my immediate family and some extended family came to visit us.
I felt great and so confident… I put on make-up and curled my hair. Feeling like a million bucks with a cute baby to show off. So we all get together to get our pictures taken. Two nurses were in there and were all having a good time. I literally felt better than I had in months!
Everyone stands still and smiles ready for the pictures and I hear my one and only niece ask her mom “umm mommy? Shouldn’t we wait for the other baby to be born?”
I wasn’t pregnant with twins so we were all surprised and then she looks me dead in the eye and goes “why is your belly still so fat and wobbly looking if there isn’t another baby in there?”
There went my self-esteem and thinking I looked good.
Everyone got mad at her but I thought it was hilarious (I cried on the inside)."
"I was teaching swimming last year at the Melbourne Sports and Aquatics Centre.
My Platypus class (basically, they can do backstroke and freestyle for 25m, can’t do breaststroke and are learning it and building their endurance to go 50m free and back while mastering bilateral breathing) thought I was incredibly stupid. The ages in the class were eight at the youngest and then a few 12-year-olds and one 14-year-old.
Little kids don't get that people from other countries sometimes don’t know basic things because we use different words. In the US, we call these:
‘(Laundry) bins’ or ‘(laundry) baskets’ or ‘hampers.’
We had our kids put the kickboards and stuff in the laundry bins. One day, I told the kids ‘Okay everyone, chuck your boards in the bin.’
‘Hey! That’s not a bin! That’s a basket!’
In Australia, a bin is a thing you throw rubbish/garbage in. These kids all thought I was as dumb as a rock and did not know what garbage can/rubbish bin was and thought that a laundry basket was the same thing.
‘Okay, chuck your boards in the basket.’
Later that year I left due to the fact I was starting my Ph.D. next year. My visa only allowed me to work for an employer for six months. MSAC did want me to stay and offered to sponsor me for a working visa, but if I did that, it would take me about 2 or 3 years to get permanent residency, and then I’d be postponing my Ph.D. for that long even though my Ph.D. is fully funded with a stipend, so I declined (might regret it though down the road… we’ll have to see).
I told all of their parents and told all of the classes I was leaving two weeks before I left.
In that same Platypus class, when I said I was going to uni next semester in Brisbane, one of the 12-year-old students asked me ‘Wait! How old are you?’
Then I said ‘26.’
Another kid in the class asked incredulously ‘26-years-old, and still in uni!?’ in a totally shocked voice like I was even dumber than he thought before (and before they all thought I did not know the difference between a garbage container and a laundry basket).
Then, I tried explaining that I was in a Ph.D., or P-haitch-D program and already finished my undergrad. Of course, this was all way over their heads, and they started adorably worrying about my future and asking me things like:
‘Why don’t you just go to trade school?’
‘Have you tried playing footy?’
I was laughing a little bit to myself. Play (Australian) football!? I flexed my not very muscular arms to the class and was like 'Do these look like footy arms to you? Okay let’s get on with the lesson!'"
“He MEANT for it to be mean, but I actually had to plug my nose to keep from laughing.
My son got mad at me because the underwater picture of the cool fish he took on his trip to Hawaii with his grandmother was a big blur once the film was developed. He really wanted to show me that fish. I suggested looking up a similar fish online, but that would not suffice and I was told it was a stupid idea.
He slammed the door to his room and I let him cool off.
Before long, I heard him calling me, but it was not the normal, 'Mom', he was yelling, 'Mother!' I ignored him because he knows to come to the room I’m in if he wants to talk, instead of hollering for me throughout the house.
He then started to call for, 'Amy!' He had never done THAT before. I ignored it.
Next was, 'Mrs. Smith!' This was becoming comical now. I continued to ignore him.
Finally, 'I WANT TO TALK TO YOU! You, you, B*D!'
Now, I have heard what other parents would have done in that situation; slap him across the face, yell back, ground him, or take away his phone, electronics…
Methods that work with 'typical' children do not always work with kids on the Autism spectrum, my son included.
I calmly walked to his closed-door and reminded him of the rules again. He must have heard a bit of amusement in my voice because he got quiet and asked, 'Are you LAUGHING at me?!?'
'Actually, yes, a little bit. Do you know what a d*d is?' I asked.
There was silence.
I embellished the term to show him how ridiculous he sounded and I told him, 'It’s a young boy who doesn’t know who his father is. Now, I’m a grown woman and we all know Grandpa is my dad. That’s why I thought your comment was kind of funny.'
He opened the door and stood there, head down, shoulders dropped, and looking defeated.
'Do you want a hug, Honey?' I asked.
He nodded yes.
I held him for a while and rubbed his back.
'Mom?' he began. 'Can we look up that fish?'
'Yes, Honey, that’s a great idea!'”