In my experience . . .
You should . . .
When I was your age . . .
Why don't you . . .
Hoo, boy. As an adult, I'm not crazy about advice unless I request it. To be honest, I ask for it quite often, but the unsolicited variety, with its implied criticism or judgement, isn't generally welcome. It's worse when the advice comes from a spouse or parent.
Why don't I remember that when I'm parenting my kids?
AG and A head back to school tomorrow, and I'm loading them up with so much advice I've become Charlie Brown's teacher. You know . . . wah wah wah wah. Less a voice than white noise.
Time to hush and let them figure things out. It's really better that way.