The funniest thing I heard all week: I was a helper in my 5yo daughter’s ballet class this week. Which meant I took attendance and helped watch the kids and held on to SuperBoy and tried to keep him entertained for an hour – it did not mean I was doing a plie or entendre or whatever they are. Anyway, I’m watching as the little girls do their stretches, and the teacher says, “Okay, now side splits.” My 5yo leans over and (fully aware her mother is watching) goes down as low as she can, letting out a couple “owie! owie!” comments. The teacher says calmly, “Suffer quietly.” The same thing happened a few minutes later as they stretched over to make the pretend cookie dough. 5yo lets out a “owie!” and the teacher responds, “We suffer quietly.” I seriously had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud.
We’ve instantly adapted that phrase into our parenting. It’s a fun response to the whining done around here. “But I don’t LIKE corn.” “We suffer quietly.”
When I did my 4 miles today – I kept laughing to myself and the internal complaining I do. “Man, I’ve only gone a mile? Wish I was done. Ow. My knee. Ow. My other knee. Booooorrrrring.” “Suffer quietly.”
I think it would be easier to suffer quietly if there was a big piece of chocolate cake in my mouth.