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Baked, Dad, and Fail: So my mom told me a story... theguilteaparty Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every week Literally every week since the first one of them leamed how to make it, they started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just for him to eat Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his banana bread, baked especially for him So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some time) So that's like... 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always finished it He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself That's approximately 835 loaves of banana bread. Now Skip ahead a few years and they're all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a dad's bread and their mom comes in, "I don't think he can handle eating one more slice of banana breadl What are you talking about? He loves banana breadl He had it all the timel This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being, He just adored that his kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every week (and he didnt have the heart to tell them that he couldnt stand banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma tokd the kids his big secret My grandfather was a loving, patent, gentle man who absolutely hated banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the kind of person he was I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2WZFNwz
Baked, Dad, and Fail: So my mom told me a story...
 theguilteaparty
 Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every
 week
 Literally every week since the first one of them leamed how to make it, they
 started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with
 walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts
 So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just
 for him to eat Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his
 banana bread, baked especially for him
 So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every
 last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least
 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some
 time) So that's like... 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always
 finished it He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself
 That's approximately 835 loaves of banana bread.
 Now
 Skip ahead a few years
 and they're all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a
 dad's bread and their mom comes in, "I don't think he can handle eating one
 more slice of banana breadl
 What are you talking about? He loves banana breadl He had it all the timel
 This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather
 loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being, He just adored that his
 kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every
 week (and he didnt have the heart to tell them that he couldnt stand
 banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma tokd
 the kids his big secret
 My grandfather was a loving, patent, gentle man who absolutely hated
 banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share
 that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the
 kind of person he was
I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2WZFNwz

I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents via /r/wholesomememes http://bit.ly/2WZFNw...

Baked, Dad, and Fail: So my mom told me a story... theguilteaparty Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every week Literally every week since the first one of them leamed how to make it, they started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just for him to eat Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his banana bread, baked especially for him So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some time) So that's like... 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always finished it He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself That's approximately 835 loaves of banana bread. Now Skip ahead a few years and they're all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a dad's bread and their mom comes in, "I don't think he can handle eating one more slice of banana breadl What are you talking about? He loves banana breadl He had it all the timel This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being, He just adored that his kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every week (and he didnt have the heart to tell them that he couldnt stand banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma tokd the kids his big secret My grandfather was a loving, patent, gentle man who absolutely hated banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the kind of person he was I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents
Baked, Dad, and Fail: So my mom told me a story...
 theguilteaparty
 Growing up, my mom and her siblings would make banana bread every
 week
 Literally every week since the first one of them leamed how to make it, they
 started making banana bread- lo and behold though, they liked it with
 walnuts and they all knew their dad hated walnuts
 So they made a special loaf of banana bread just for him every week, just
 for him to eat Nobody else was allowed to eat it because that was his
 banana bread, baked especially for him
 So anyways, they did this once a week from middle school up until every
 last one of them moved out of the house (and considering there was at least
 10 years difference from the oldest to the youngest, this was quite some
 time) So that's like... 16 years of weekly banana bread. And he always
 finished it He, without fail, ate the whole loaf of bread by himself
 That's approximately 835 loaves of banana bread.
 Now
 Skip ahead a few years
 and they're all visiting and baking banana bread and they start making a
 dad's bread and their mom comes in, "I don't think he can handle eating one
 more slice of banana breadl
 What are you talking about? He loves banana breadl He had it all the timel
 This is when my grandma, their mom, broke the news that my grandfather
 loathed banana bread with every fiber of his being, He just adored that his
 kids loved him enough to make him a special loaf of banana bread every
 week (and he didnt have the heart to tell them that he couldnt stand
 banana bread) and he was incredibly, utterly upset that my grandma tokd
 the kids his big secret
 My grandfather was a loving, patent, gentle man who absolutely hated
 banana bread but loved his kids so much more and I just wanted to share
 that with you guys. I think this story is just about the perfect example of the
 kind of person he was
I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents

I’ve read this story a thousand times and it still makes me cry. I’m gonna go hug my grandparents

Children, Cute, and Facts: pervocracy child handling for the childless urse My current job has me working with children, which is kind of a weird shock after years in environments where a young" patient is 40 years old. Here's my impressions so far Birth 1 year: Essentially a smail cute animal. Handle accordingly, gently and affectionately, but relying heavily on the caregivers and with no real expectation of cooperation Age 1-2: Hates you. Hates you so much. You can smile, you can coo, you can attempt to soothe they hate you anyway, because you're a stranger and you're scary and you're touching them. There's no winning this so just get it over with as quickly and non-traumatically as possible Age 3-5: Nervous around medical things, but possible to soothe. Easily upset but also easily distracted from the thing that upset them. Smartphone cartoons and who wants a stickerrl1?1? are key management techniques Age 6 10: Really cool, actually. I did not realize kids were this cool. Around this age they tend to be fairly outgoing, and super curious and eager to learn. Absolutely do not babytalk, instead, flatter them with how grown-up they are teach them some Fun Gross Medical Facts, and introduce potentially frightening experiences with hey, you want to see something really cool?" Age 11 14: Extremely variable. Can be very childish or very mature, or rapidly switch from one mode to the other. At this point you can almost treat them as an adult, just... a really sensitive and unpredictable adult Do not, under any circumstances, offer stickers. (But they might grab one out of the bin anyway.) Age 15-18: Basically an adult with severely limited life experience. Treat as an adult who needs a littie extra education with their care. Keep parents out of the room as much as possible, unless the kid wants them there. At this point you can go ahead and offer stickers again, because they'll probably think it's funny And they'll want one. Deep down, everyone wants a sticker nurse unlocks secret to raising kids
Children, Cute, and Facts: pervocracy
 child handling for the childless
 urse
 My current job has me working with children, which is kind of a weird shock after
 years in environments where a young" patient is 40 years old. Here's my
 impressions so far
 Birth 1 year: Essentially a smail cute animal. Handle accordingly, gently and
 affectionately, but relying heavily on the caregivers and with no real expectation
 of cooperation
 Age 1-2: Hates you. Hates you so much. You can smile, you can coo, you can
 attempt to soothe they hate you anyway, because you're a stranger and you're
 scary and you're touching them. There's no winning this so just get it over with
 as quickly and non-traumatically as possible
 Age 3-5: Nervous around medical things, but possible to soothe. Easily upset
 but also easily distracted from the thing that upset them. Smartphone cartoons
 and who wants a stickerrl1?1? are key management techniques
 Age 6 10: Really cool, actually. I did not realize kids were this cool. Around
 this age they tend to be fairly outgoing, and super curious and eager to learn.
 Absolutely do not babytalk, instead, flatter them with how grown-up they are
 teach them some Fun Gross Medical Facts, and introduce potentially frightening
 experiences with hey, you want to see something really cool?"
 Age 11 14: Extremely variable. Can be very childish or very mature, or rapidly
 switch from one mode to the other. At this point you can almost treat them as an
 adult, just... a really sensitive and unpredictable adult Do not, under any
 circumstances, offer stickers. (But they might grab one out of the bin anyway.)
 Age 15-18: Basically an adult with severely limited life experience. Treat as an
 adult who needs a littie extra education with their care. Keep parents out of the
 room as much as possible, unless the kid wants them there. At this point you
 can go ahead and offer stickers again, because they'll probably think it's funny
 And they'll want one. Deep down, everyone wants a sticker
nurse unlocks secret to raising kids

nurse unlocks secret to raising kids