#parenting problems

You don’t teach your children not to scream by screaming at them.

You don’t teach your children to be respectful by disrespecting them.

You don’t teach your children how to do anything by subjecting them to physical, emotional, or verbal abuse as a form of discipline.

[Nemesis looks up at the vile weather in question. He promptly disengages his mask to stick his tongue out and catch the falling snow]

Soundblaster: “nO”

[Soundblaster grabs Nemesis by the mouth and starts hauling him indoors. Looks like this isn’t the first time Nemesis has attempted to eat snow.]

Predaking: “Sunstorm says he can be here by tomorrow morning! Bugbite! Our brother is coming to join us!!”

Bugbite: “oh, really? That’s… that’s cool. Great news”

Predaking: “you are still forlorn? Come now brother, you must banish your woe! Blurr did not see your true worth, but that does not mean another won’t!”

Bugbite: “Aish, bro. It ain’t jus’ Blurr. Seasonal depression’s kickin’ in. Lookin’ like it’s gotten Beebee too if I’m bein’ honest..”

Bugbite! Come play in the snow? We could play snow wars!

You're both supposed to be going to bed, Bumblebee.

Not tired.

You'll get cold.

Pfft! We're not wimps like Megatron.

I am not a wimp.

Don't get mad.

I am not.

Your cannon is whirring – it's pretty obvious. Megatron, let me deal with Bumblebee. Why not go and join Nemesis and Soundblaster?

Very well.

Bumblebee, lay off Megatron. I mean it.

You mean, like... sack him?

No. I mean let him alone. He feels the cold more than most because mining bots – the line he's descended from – aren't meant for the surface and its fluctuating temperatures.

Megatron's built to withstand getting pinned by a rockslide, choking on debris and dust and cycling poisonous air. Are you? No. He's stronger than I am in some ways, weaker in others. When you weigh it up, we're about even. Call him a wimp again and it'll go badly for you. Understand?

Whatever. Come on, Bugbite.

How did the talk go?

Hff. I need a large oil and Distillate-X – and Kup.

That well.

You still find it hard to get through to Starscream...

I hurt Starscream and he finds it difficult to get past that. Bumblebee is merely spoilt.

He's not-

He talks back, listens only when it suits him, calls Ironhide when you tell him off-

He what?

Ironhide tells him that he is a "good kid" and that his sire "isn't perfect" and "shouts too much when something's bothering him" – as I said: spoilt; mostly by your best friend, apparently.

I think I need to have a chat with him.

I believe you do, if only to ask him what, exactly, Bumblebee has been telling him. "Good" my boron compressor!

Isn't that a part of the digest-?

Their Child: *gets annoyed*

My kid likes puzzles. Loves them, in fact. Does 48-63 piece puzzles for fun. Some nights they will do puzzles for 1-2 hours. Sometimes they’ll start a puzzle, walk away, and come back to finish it later.

Not only did my mother and I have to fight with the daycare workers in her room to show them that yes, this two year old does do advanced puzzles and loves them. Now my mom has people who are in my kids room like, once in a blue moon, telling her that she’s wrong about my kid loving and being good at puzzles because ‘i never see them do them’

Like… stfu.

I get you’re paid to care for my kid two days a week but i’m a SAHP. I see what they do the vast majority of the time.