*irony (n.) Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs*
I would say that my parents were pretty strict as I was growing up. They always knew where I was going, when I was going, when I was coming home, and who I was going with. Every time the phone rang, and it was for me, I would hear, "Who was that?", when I hung up. I had a strict bedtime. My mom was very insistent that I eat well balanced, healthy meals, and we rarely had any snacks in the house. I wasn't allowed to drink pop, except on special occasions. My mom used to snag my tapes and read the words, then hide the ones she didn't approve of. I wasn't allowed to see rated R movies. I had to go to school unless I had a fever (which I very rarely ever do), or threw up, (which I've only done 3 times in my life). My parents monitored what I watched on tv - my mom had MTV blocked. I am certainly not saying all this to make you think my parents were mean. They just loved me and wanted the best for me. I understand that now.
Now that I am a mom, I am what most people would consider "strict". I don't give Dylan sweets, except on a few rare occasions. The only tv I have let him watch to this point is Steeler football games that are on in the afternoon, because we have to watch the games, man, and his signing videos. (I am definately not trying to start a debate here, this is just the choice that I have made for now).
My parents were here babysitting Dylan while I worked on Thursday. When I got home, my dad told me, "Dylan was pointing to the tv. He wanted to watch his video(signing), but I couldn't figure out how to get it to work. We turned a cartoon on for a few minutes, but then I thought you wouldn't like that, so I turned it off".
Even though I wasn't there, he felt guilty about not following "my rules"!!!
And, that, my friends, is IRONIC.