The thing about five year olds is that they don’t communicate like adults. Also adults suck as well. Go work in retail or a restaurant for a week and tell me about how understanding adults are.
I have a client now who wants a replacement part that my employer hasn’t made since 2002, explained that and he demanded that I walk him through the repair process. Guy this thing was out of warranty for 21 years.
Sure a 5 year old doesn’t have the vocabulary and mental fortitude to understand or explain the concept.
But if you have a child, you raise them for 5 years, I assume you care about them. You can explain “Can you help mommy set the table?” or “Can you pass daddy the plates?”
You don’t need to explain the process of your work and the commute and other things. But if you just explained things to your children, they’ll understand. When my parents did, I got to understood the task and why they wanted it. When my mother or my boss barked orders without any understanding why or how, I was left more confused.
And trust me, I worked retail, most people are fine, some people are real pieces of work. I still have some horror stories of customers, some frequent, some once or twice. But what got me out of every single one, was talking it out. From a dude who had literally half of his skull and brain missing, to my co-workers, to the average customer I forgot by the end of my shift.
The thing about five year olds is that they don’t communicate like adults. Also adults suck as well. Go work in retail or a restaurant for a week and tell me about how understanding adults are.
I have a client now who wants a replacement part that my employer hasn’t made since 2002, explained that and he demanded that I walk him through the repair process. Guy this thing was out of warranty for 21 years.
Sure a 5 year old doesn’t have the vocabulary and mental fortitude to understand or explain the concept.
But if you have a child, you raise them for 5 years, I assume you care about them. You can explain “Can you help mommy set the table?” or “Can you pass daddy the plates?”
You don’t need to explain the process of your work and the commute and other things. But if you just explained things to your children, they’ll understand. When my parents did, I got to understood the task and why they wanted it. When my mother or my boss barked orders without any understanding why or how, I was left more confused.
And trust me, I worked retail, most people are fine, some people are real pieces of work. I still have some horror stories of customers, some frequent, some once or twice. But what got me out of every single one, was talking it out. From a dude who had literally half of his skull and brain missing, to my co-workers, to the average customer I forgot by the end of my shift.