When Kaitlyn was ONE MONTH OLD, my Great-Aunt Anne took a look at her during the family Christmas party and said:
“her ears really stick out. You should tape them to her head at night to help push them back”.
This was Kaitlyn at one month old:

Her ears did NOT stick out! Chris and I laughed it off and then when we got in the car to drive home, looked at each other and said “what the heck was she talking about?!?” We think her ears are PERFECT, thank you very much.
I want your comments on this post, please. What was the rudest thing anyone ever said to you about your parenting? Did they criticize you for not piling twelve blankets on your already-warm-enough infant? Act shocked because you were breastfeeding your 13 month old? Accuse you of starving your kids because they were skinny despite eating constantly? Let’s hear your stories!
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The rudest comment I ever received about my parenting actually came from The Man Thing. He tells me (still to this day) that I don’t know “how to raise children” yet I do absolutely EVERYTHING for them while he goes to work and comes home, eats dinner, watches TV, listens to them prattle on about their day at school and then goes to bed. Seriously. I can count on one hand the amount of times he has taken the boys anywhere with him when he goes out to do anything. There was a brief period of about one month where he had to take care of the boys completely alone. He hired a sitter during the day for them while he was at work and he would drop them off at 8:00AM and wouldn’t come back to pick them up till about 6:30PM or 7:00PM. They went to bed at 11:00PM. He spent 4 hours a DAY with them and that was it. He sure was glad to have me back after those 30 days but, like always, that memory of that time seems to have been pushed to the bottom of his soul never to be thought of again!