Childhood Story: My Unforgettable, Funniest Moment Growing Up

While having a cup of coffee this morning and staring at the dishes piling on the sink, a flashed back of my childhood memory came back. It is one of those annoying childhood experienced at that time; however, right now, looking back at it, I would say, “that was hilarious.”
When I was about seven or eight-years-old, my father implemented this rule. It was all about dishes problem

First Attempt: That my older siblings and I had to take turns in washing the dishes after mealtime. At first, it was okay! But you know, kids don’t stick to the rules mos lt of the time. My siblings and I were one of those kids. Later on, nobody wants to wash the dishes anymore. My siblings and I were pointing fingers to who’s supposed to be washing dishes after mealtime. We ended up arguing, lots of crying and throwing a tantrum. My dad would give us three warnings, and if we don’t listen, we better expect my dad with a whooping stick coming our way like a tornado. My mom is quite and always able to keep herself calm. She was so patient with us growing up and doesn’t believe in whooping. I wish to have that kind of patient like my mom has. Well, that first rule didn’t work out!

Second Attempt: The very last one to finish the meal will wash the dishes and clean the table. Now, this was ridiculous (but makes me laugh right now). I remember, whenever my mom announces that the meal is ready, my siblings and I had to rush to the kitchen, wash our hands, sit on the chairs, pray for the food, and eat as fast as we could. (My sister, by the way, likes to kick my legs under the table to distract my concentration, hahaha. I remember, one time, she was kicking our father’s legs instead of mine, hahaha). Back to that rule, yes, we had to eat fast, take our plates, and put them on the sink as quickly as we could. The last one to do that will wash the dishes. Did it work? Nope, it was chaos! Even my mom and dad had to eat fast, trying to beat us, lol! So, my father had to think about a new and final rule. A rule that everybody would agree to do so. No arguing. No fighting. No throwing tantrum.

Third & Final Attempt: How about “Wash your own dishes” rule? Oh, yeah, this rule worked! After mealtime or snack time, we automatically wash our dishes — no more pointing fingers, no rushing to finish our meals, and, most of all, no more arguing.

Since then, my family applied that rule to doing our laundry and not depend on our mom to do the laundry all by herself. So each of us, including my father, had to do our own laundry.

How about you? What was the most annoying house rule you had experienced growing up that is, in fact, hilarious?

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