Every kid knows that sometimes a parent will break an existing rule, wink and say “don’t tell mom/dad.” Other times they will do something embarrassing and, after bribing the kid with, say, ice cream, tell them to keep it to themselves.
So we’ve gathered some of the most interesting, fun, cute and even dangerous stories that people decided to “not tell mom about.” If you are a mom and realizing that something here sounds familiar, then take a screenshot. Get comfortable as you scroll though, upvote your favorites and be sure to share your own in the comments section down below.
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We must have been reckless in my family in the 70s. I was on the backs of bikes when I was three.
My sister still shares happy memory of me signing her out of afternoon classes to take her shopping. I told our mom I was going to do it though. The kid needed a mental health day before it was known as such.
Something like this happened this weekend. My dad was playing rounders with the kids and he hit the tennis ball so hard it went through my kitchen window. By some miracle the glass managed to slow the ball down enough to only give me the black eye I'm still sporting.
Young drivers need to experience driving in the dark, while they still have someone supervising, so they are prepared when they have to do it solo. Where I live, you have to have at least 10 (or it might be 20 now) hours night driving signed off in your log book before you can get your probationary licence.
The adult channels were blocked but still appeared blurry when I was young.
You deliberately aimed fire works at defenceless birds. Shame on you.
Same thing happened with me and my siblings with T2. We were supposed to go see an animated kid's movie, but my stepdad looked at us four kids (15m,12m,11m,9f) and then said 5 for Terminator 2 please. Us boys cheered and my little sister had to be bribed heavily with candy to secure her silence.
This reminds me of the summer before I went away to college. One of my courses that first semester was in technical drawing and design for theater, and I had to get a bunch of drafting equipment, some of which was hard to find. (This was when Amazon was brand-new and still just selling books.) My grandmother had lived with us all my life, and she was not dealing at all well with me going to school 700 miles away. One day, maybe two weeks before I was leaving, she and my Dad and I went out for a day of errands. One errand was going to take us about halfway to Gram's favorite restaurant (Wright's Chicken Farm in RI an hour away), and so Dad and I created another errand to get more drafting equipment that would bring us even closer. We told Gram and she hopefully suggested, "Maybe we could go to Wright's?" and we were like, no, we don't have, time, etc. Of course, once we got almost all the way there, she figured it out and was so happy she almost cried.
The only family secret I can think of is back when my in-laws were still alive. My father-in-law had gifted my wife with exercise equipment (like treadmills and stationary bicycles) several times. Each one would sit in our bedroom taking up room and only being used as a clothes rack until we'd get rid of it, and then before long he'd give her another one. One day we were visiting, and he and I were sitting outside on their concrete patio. My mother-in-law came outside and told him that she'd like to cover that concrete and make it a wooden deck. He told her it wouldn't work because it wouldn't drain when it rained. She accepted that and went back inside. Then I told him "I know how to put a wooden deck on this concrete so it would drain, but I won't tell your wife that if you quit giving mine exercise equipment." He smiled and agreed. We both kept our part of the bargain.
Like once a year, my mom would call the school and say my brother and I were sick, then take us to an amusement park while there were no lines 🥰.
My dad and I were driving along a highway (just US--not the Autobahn or anything) when his favorite song came on (I Wanna Rock n Roll, if you're curious). He starts headbanging. While driving 95 mph (152 km) down a highway meant to top out at 50 (80 km). "Do NOT tell your mother." Lol
This story actually happened when I was 35, the year before my Dad died. He was my best friend. We both loved music, and when I found out the band Kansas was going to be playing in a club an hour away, I talked him into coming with me. The place had a parking garage next to it with a sign that said Concert Parking, $20, which was being collected by a guy stationed outside the garage. This was pretty standard for the location and time and we didn't think anything of it. Well, the guy was a scammer, and we didn't find that out until we went to leave the garage and discovered that we had to pay a parking fee to a machine in order to do so. Dad was incensed. Finally he was like, "OK, s***w it," and tailgated another car through the exit gate. It thumped down hard onto the top of my parents' minivan, but we made it. As we got on the highway, Dad told me, "Don't tell your mother!" I did, eventually, but it was several years later. At that point we no longer had either Dad or that minivan.
I was visiting my very wealthy former client who had forgotten the gate code of his community in Palm Springs. He insisted I pull that stunt. It was hilarious. I promptly got the code from his wife who laughed hysterically; she couldn't remember it either and had it hand written in all of their vehicles.
Load More Replies...When my brother and I were sharing a house in our early 20s, one night I woke up to him making lots of noise, groaning incoherently. I checked on him and he had thrown up all over his room and I couldn't get him to focus on me. It was about 2am and I didn't know what had happened so called for an ambulance. The paramedics got there and asked if he had been drinking, and I knew he had about two ciders with me before I went to bed at about 9pm. They noticed a couple of shot glasses on the sink I hadn't remembered being there, but I didn't think he would drink on his own, especially shots. Anyway, they took him off to hospital and I tried calling my mum and then my dad, when I got no answer (they were divorced) because I was really worried. I tried them a few more times after an hour or two. Anyway, my dad called back first, about 6am and I explained he had been sick and I didn't know why and went to hospital.
When my mum got in touch, she had spoken to the hospital and arranged to pick my brother up and I found out he had been blackout drunk and they just put him on an IV overnight. My dad doesn't drink, so all he was told was that we didn't know what had made him sick, but he was fine now. When he asked about it later, my brother said he must have eaten gluten accidentally and my dad still thinks that's what happened, 10 years later.
Load More Replies...The only family secret I can think of is back when my in-laws were still alive. My father-in-law had gifted my wife with exercise equipment (like treadmills and stationary bicycles) several times. Each one would sit in our bedroom taking up room and only being used as a clothes rack until we'd get rid of it, and then before long he'd give her another one. One day we were visiting, and he and I were sitting outside on their concrete patio. My mother-in-law came outside and told him that she'd like to cover that concrete and make it a wooden deck. He told her it wouldn't work because it wouldn't drain when it rained. She accepted that and went back inside. Then I told him "I know how to put a wooden deck on this concrete so it would drain, but I won't tell your wife that if you quit giving mine exercise equipment." He smiled and agreed. We both kept our part of the bargain.
Like once a year, my mom would call the school and say my brother and I were sick, then take us to an amusement park while there were no lines 🥰.
My dad and I were driving along a highway (just US--not the Autobahn or anything) when his favorite song came on (I Wanna Rock n Roll, if you're curious). He starts headbanging. While driving 95 mph (152 km) down a highway meant to top out at 50 (80 km). "Do NOT tell your mother." Lol
This story actually happened when I was 35, the year before my Dad died. He was my best friend. We both loved music, and when I found out the band Kansas was going to be playing in a club an hour away, I talked him into coming with me. The place had a parking garage next to it with a sign that said Concert Parking, $20, which was being collected by a guy stationed outside the garage. This was pretty standard for the location and time and we didn't think anything of it. Well, the guy was a scammer, and we didn't find that out until we went to leave the garage and discovered that we had to pay a parking fee to a machine in order to do so. Dad was incensed. Finally he was like, "OK, s***w it," and tailgated another car through the exit gate. It thumped down hard onto the top of my parents' minivan, but we made it. As we got on the highway, Dad told me, "Don't tell your mother!" I did, eventually, but it was several years later. At that point we no longer had either Dad or that minivan.
I was visiting my very wealthy former client who had forgotten the gate code of his community in Palm Springs. He insisted I pull that stunt. It was hilarious. I promptly got the code from his wife who laughed hysterically; she couldn't remember it either and had it hand written in all of their vehicles.
Load More Replies...When my brother and I were sharing a house in our early 20s, one night I woke up to him making lots of noise, groaning incoherently. I checked on him and he had thrown up all over his room and I couldn't get him to focus on me. It was about 2am and I didn't know what had happened so called for an ambulance. The paramedics got there and asked if he had been drinking, and I knew he had about two ciders with me before I went to bed at about 9pm. They noticed a couple of shot glasses on the sink I hadn't remembered being there, but I didn't think he would drink on his own, especially shots. Anyway, they took him off to hospital and I tried calling my mum and then my dad, when I got no answer (they were divorced) because I was really worried. I tried them a few more times after an hour or two. Anyway, my dad called back first, about 6am and I explained he had been sick and I didn't know why and went to hospital.
When my mum got in touch, she had spoken to the hospital and arranged to pick my brother up and I found out he had been blackout drunk and they just put him on an IV overnight. My dad doesn't drink, so all he was told was that we didn't know what had made him sick, but he was fine now. When he asked about it later, my brother said he must have eaten gluten accidentally and my dad still thinks that's what happened, 10 years later.
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