Keep it secret, keep it safe!
We all have that special relationship with our dads. Maybe your mother was the more strict one, while your dad would let you get away with a lot more. The moment you get away with something and your dad hits you with that “don’t tell mom,” you know you’re safe. Check out these Reddit users’ favorite “don’t tell mom” moments.
One night I was enjoying a small bit of ice cream after my four year old daughter went to bed. She came downstairs and ‘caught’ me. So I offered her a small bite, but since she was supposed to be in bed, I said “don’t tell mom.” She assured me she wouldn’t. My wife wouldn’t have cared anyway but it was a fun little game to play.
After she went up to bed and I was down on the couch, she snuck in to the master bedroom where mom was resting. She told mom that I had let her have some ice cream, and she was afraid of “sugar bugs” so could she please brush her teeth again.
My wife just laughed at me the next day. Little sh*t ratted me out to brush her teeth, something she doesn’t like doing anyway. (optimaloutcome)
The Old Man
I’m a dad, but this story is about my dad.
It was the summer before my last year at college. A friend of mine got a job across country and he decided to take the opportunity to see as much of America as possible before he had to start work. He asked me to come along. It was going to be a month long road trip. We’d contacted a few friends and relatives along the way where we could crash, the company was paying for gas and 5 nights hotel, and we brought along a tent for the days we didn’t have a place to stay. I’d saved up a little money at my summer job.
The night before we left, my dad was sitting in his recliner reading the paper as always. I sat there on the couch watching TV.
Now, my dad was a very conservative man. Old school. The kind of “kids should be seen and not heard” parent. Not big on emotional displays. Frugal to a fault… (continued)
So after everyone else had turned in for the night, it was just me and him. He motioned me over, and pulled out an envelope he had hidden. Looked at me over his reading glasses and said “don’t tell your mother about this” as he handed me the envelope.
It was filled with money. Not a lot by today’s standards but a lot in 1986 and without a doubt more money than I’d ever seen my dad carry. I sat down and said “I don’t know what to say.”
He responded “have fun” and went back to his newspaper.
He died six months later. That moment was the last real one on one interaction I had with my father. A little while after he’d died, my mom was going through his dresser drawer when she found his stash. Apparently my dad had been squirreling away cash for years. Walking around money for when he went on one of his many fishing trips. He dipped into it so that I’d have some walking around money on my trip. (gogojack)