There were two things my Mom used to tell my brother and I when we were kids. she told my brother not to play so rough or he would break his neck, and she told him to stop punching me in the stomach when we fought or I would not be able to have kids.
Both turned out to be true! He broke his neck in 1984, and lived 20 years as a quadrapeligic until complications led to sepsis and his death in 2004.
I had one child, and later had a miscarriage. The doctors told me I would never agian be able to carry a pregnancy full term.
Isn’t that the weirdest thing? It’s almost as if her words cursed us!!
Also, whenever my Mom didn’t want us to do something, she would invent a cousin who died from it! for example, we brought home a nest of baby bunnies whose mother was killer by a lawnmower. She said we had a cousin who died of “rabbit fever” so we couldn’t keep them. pfft!!