How do I know I sound like my mother, you ask? Well I will tell you.
Mike and his brother and some guys they knew went scuba diving in the pond. While Marshy and I waited and fed the ducks, I noticed some young kids, about 8-10 years old, playing under the bridge. Then they started climbing on the bridge. Then they started jumping off of the bridge! Now, there are signs posted all over saying "DO NOT JUMP OFF BRIDGE". And of course, me being the rule-following killjoy that I am, decided that I had to do something. Yes, there were plenty of other adults sitting around the area, but were any of them paying attention to these 4 children who apparently didn't belong to them? NO! What did I do? I got up and pushed the stroller over the bridge. As I passed two of the boys who were making their way to the middle of the bridge, I said "You aren't jumping off the bridge are you?" They said they were. To which I replied "Well it's against the law, and you could get really hurt. My friend almost died jumping off this bridge." (the following picture is an actual picture of the bridge...they were jumping off of the bottom part, not the part you walk on.)
No, my friend didn't almost die....but she did know someone who got seriously hurt, so I bent the truth a little to make a point. Did it work? Yes. It apparently scared them enough that they stopped playing on and under the bridge immediately, and swam back toward the sandy beach at the other end.
We were at Mike's parents for a family function. Most of the kids were in the basement playing and watching a movie. All of a sudden, there were loud screams coming from the basement. I ran down to see what was wrong. Nothing was wrong. They were screaming for fun. Not cool! What did I say? Well, exactly what my mom would've said to us: