That only time, hard work, lots of tears, lots of laughter and lots of love could prove wrong. "Don't get married. You'll end up barefoot and pregnant, in the kitchen. And totally miserable."
That I was happy to prove wrong. "You don't have the discipline required to finish writing a book."
That I say now to my kids. With emphatic emphasis. "Get down from there. You're going to fall down, crack your head and DIE."