Can you remember a time when you surpassed your parents at something they taught you?

I remember “out-drawing” my mom.She’s the one who taught me alot and loved that I liked it as much as I do :)
I couldn’t beat my dad.
I would love to be as good of a shot as he was.I doubt I ever will.:)

Absolutely. I am a better driver and map reader (I do that professionally as a part of my job, no GPS required). Am also much better at carpentry than he even could have been. Other stuff as well, but them be’s the top 2.

I don’t remember a specific “lesson” or “skill,” but something similar.
My dad is extraordinarily smart. He has an amazing brain, truly. My entire life was more or less based on the “fact” that I could ask my father any question and he would have the answer. He always did. He always knew the answer to whatever had piqued my curiosity at that moment.
Until one day he didn’t. Suddenly, my father didn’t have an answer to every question that I could come up with. It was a sobering experience to realise that my father, is indeed, human. :)

My dad was always my go-to guy for help on my math homework. Now I’m giving him calculus refresher lessons!

;) Life is poignantly sweet, isn’t it guys. Realizing your parent are, actually, just human beings.

I can out run my dad now! Slow poke!

It happened to me fairly recently. (and it’s still a bit painful to admit) My 14 year old son has become more skilled at fencing than I. Of course, I didn’t start until I was in my mid 30s whereas I have been “playing” at fencing drills with him since birth.

To use a technology metaphor, not only does he have hardware that is one generation advanced, he runs at double the clock speed and doesn’t have as much baggage cluttering up his hard drive to get in the way of seek times.

The kid is going to be a monster as long as he keeps training like he means it and avoids any major injury for the next several years

Oh! What prompted this question is the fact that I’m doing a little dry wall work that included mudding and taping. Well, I taught my son everythig he used to know about all that stuff, using a drill gun, drywall, power tools, etc. Somewhere along the way, when I wasn’t looking, that boy just blew me outta da water. He can mud a drywall seam so smoothly it barely needs sanding! (Well, he’s also 6’ 4” and also has these big galumpatous hands with long galumpatous that allows him to span a long drywall knife between his thumb and little finger, then he has the strength to flex the blade so it creates a bow….if I had galumpatous hands and galumpatous fingers I bet I would be as good as him! Not.) Anyway, I called him up for some advice. One of the things he told me is to use that solid tape, not the mesh stuff, and I’m kind of afraid! The mesh is sticky back and the solid isn’t. It’s been years since I used the solid, and I only have vague memories of tape bunching up and falling off and getting myself all wrapped up in tape and mud….maybe if I whine he’ll come rescue me??

@YoBob I have this vision of you hopping up on a two day old baby and poking him with a fencing sword and yelling “TOUCHE!!! Take that!! And THAT!!! Prepare to DU-EL!!!” ” : )

@Dutchess_III I prefer paper tape over mesh. Never had a seam crack with paper.

@Dutchess_III Actually, that’s not that far removed from the truth.. ;). Of course, I waited until he was old enough to start “defending” himself and used fingers rather than an actual blade…and he loved it.

I became a better piano player than my dad by the time I was 12.

I think I’m a better cook than my mom was, but I have to give her credit for making it exciting to me in the first place. She’d try all kinds of recipes. She made pizza before it was popular in the U.S. Once we made eggrolls, but didn’t seal them properly and they unrolled as they cooked (but were delicious anyhow). I did more complicated 6 course meals with wine pairings for each course.(I don’t any longer) My daughter specializes in fancy cakes and my son specializes in unusual (for us) foreign meals. We all loved to cook.

I can kick my mom’s ass in Scrabble now and she says I’m a better mother than she was. The one that really bothers her is that I am a better writer.

My mom started teaching me piano when I was about 5. When I was 8 she told me that I was getting better than her and needed to go to another teacher. Despite that, mom and I still love sitting at the piano playing duets together.

I remember my dad sitting down to help me with maths homework (he was quite skilled in maths when he was at school and university), and having to re-learn everything on the spot. By the time I was 16 and in my final year at school, I no longer asked for his help.

Table tennis.

@mattbrowne I’m OK at table tennis, but my cousin’s 6 yr old boy can destroy me in that game. Really freaky. He can hit the ball when it is by his knees.

@cockswain – Yep. It can be a lot of fun!