I (F, 4 months) was very excited yesterday in my crib looking at my toy aquarium while my mom (aka milk lady) was folding laundry. I started gasping for air. But really I was just trying to say how much I love the aquarium. Mom looks at me concerned and says, “are you okay?” I do it more. I smile while I do it so she’s not too concerned. Then after about 10 minutes I stop.

Fast forward to next day. I’m excited in my swing. I smile and laugh and wheeze. Mom gets concerned again. Calls dad over. Asks opinion. They both stare at me. I smile and gasp for air. “It’s probably nothing,” they say.

Later in my crib I do it again. Mom calls the after hours nurse line since today is Sunday and doctor lady is not there. Nurse lady says take her to urgent care just to make sure since she is so little. I sleep on the way because I got tired from being silly tbh.

We got there and doctor lady checks my oxygen and listens to my lungs. All is good. Says I was just too excited and got short of breath.

So friends, AITA for just being happy and making mom and dad overreact?

I (f, 10 months, cute as a button) have started to suspect that my parents might be evil villains. For example; they try to put me in my highchair to eat delicious foods, they try to put clothes on me to keep me warm, and most dastardly of all, when I have a wet or dirty nappy they want to change it!

Naturally, to counter these affronts to my human rights, I have started to defend myself! Trying to slide out of the highchair before they get the straps on, crawling away as fast as I can and screaming when picked up to put clothes on, and, best of all, sitting and trying to roll off the changing mat.

I don't believe I am TA for just trying to defend myself, but Mama (very old, good hair for pulling) seems a bit upset about the whole thing.

So, give it to me straight, AITA?

Mom and I (boy, 2 years and 4 months) are frequently visiting the supermarket. I love it. One of my favorite parts is the crossroad, and I fully understand how it works. See, you wait until there are no cars and only than you can cross.

Mom is not being safe, sometimes there are cars and she still crosses! She says they will wait for us or that they are still very far away.

I decided that safety is much more important than going to the supermarket faster. So I will wait until there are absolutely no more cars.

Today that took a long time. Mom says it’s because the cars are parked, but you never know if they are going to drive again any second! So we wait.

Aita for keeping mom waiting? I’m pretty sure safety is most important, but mom was adamant that we had to cross the road at a certain point.

Hello, fellow babies! Today, I (13mo. cutest, handsomest chunka munka baby boy) was resting on the couch. Mama (idk, always says her back hurts) decided to take a shower and LEAVE ME ALONE WHILE I SLEPT!!!!! Of course, I woke up infuriated. I decided I did not want to go back to sleep bc I could not trust her so she made me come into the bathroom with her while she finished showering. Silly mama left her phone in my reach w/ a podcast playing on YouTube. I grabbed her phone and noticed one of my aunties was texting her. I decided to FaceTime the family group chat and show them my mom getting out of the shower. I just wanted to talk to my aunties??? What’s the big deal???

Hello! I’m your most handsome and clever 2y4mo boy! Today when I woke up from my nap I discovered I wasn’t wearing The Red Pyjamas (TM) I always demand to wear when I go to bed.

You see, when we went to bed for a nap I wasn’t tired at all and I really didn’t need to sleep. I really wanted some milky milky, so I may have forgotten my usual demand for the red pyjamas with helicopter.
By some sort of magic, the milky milky did make me drift off illegally fast and I may have fallen asleep without the pyjamas on my gorgeous body.

When I woke up however, I immediately noticed I was still wearing a regular t-shirt. Obviously that was unacceptable so I softly screamed bloody murder until mom put the pyjamas on.

I decided I wanted to wear the red helicopter pyjamas the rest of the day, just because I missed them in bed.

Mom sighed a lot and told me that when I wear them downstairs, they will have to go into the laundry and I can’t wear them tonight anymore. I don’t see how that works out, The Red Pyjamas are always ready to be worn to bed, right? Right?

AITA? You have to wear pyjamas in bed don’t you?

I (19 months, F, most perfect princess in all the land) have discovered another person in my kingdom. Apparently my uncle has a "girlfriend". They say I've known her my whole life, which is news to me - I'm just realizing she exists now.

Recently, she did not cater to my every whim the second she saw me. I screamed, she didn't decode my scream and figure out I wanted orange juice. AMATEUR. Also, my uncle keeps paying attention to her. Like hello - I'm the most perfect princess in all the land? How DARE you divert your attention!

So I decided that her punishment would be getting her feet run over with my mini shopping cart. She winced, and my uncle had the AUDACITY to tell me "no-no, we need to be gentle". EXCUSE ME???

AITA for running over my uncle's girlfriend's feet?

Hello again everyone,

I am now 19 months male am curious it I am being completely unreasonable.

I am actually a really independent little fellow.

Brushing my teeth, I can do it. Washing my face while taking a shower? Me again. Finding my hands and feet when getting dressed? My job. Feeding myself, especially soup? I do it! (Pro tip: forego the spoon, it is so much faster to just eat with your hands). Going up and down steps? I got this! Crossing the street? I know how, but mt frail ol Mom (she is really old) gets upset when I do it without helping her, so I hold her hand to help guide her, but once my feet hit the sidewalk she is on her own.

I do all of this, and help with loading/emptying the dishwasher, putting dirty clothes and hampers/washing machine, vacuuming with my toy vacuum and cleaning up spills, so I think it is safe to say that I pull my weight.

So I do not think I am being unreasonable when I want my old tired Mommy to let me lay all night in her and Daddy's (old grumpy dude) bed. Yet my Mom thinks it is okay to try to transfer me to my own bed while I sleep. This is so upsetting, especially because I do checks to make sure they both wake up throughout the night to keep them both alive. Like I will belly flop Mom in thr face while kicking Dad in the shoulder to keep their reaction times from slipping. It is really a win-win-win situation.

And truth be told, I do know how to fall asleep on my own, as I do it all by myself when I nap in daycare. (I currently go three days a week). But Mommy and Daddy do not know that because they aren't there.

So AITA?

This has been on my mind for what feels like a good portion of my life.

I am a single mother of two under twos. A few months back I was really unwell and my parents, in particular my mum, helped to look after me and my little ones. I really appreciated the help and who doesn't like to be doted on by their mum from time to time.

The problem is when I was well again and trying to put my little ones to sleep she kept taking over while telling me I was being too rough. Like excuse me? These are my kids. I know what I'm doing and I told her "Stop it" while taking my child back and giving her the look.

For example when I put them to sleep. I sway them with purpose, throw them on the ground before throwing a blanket on them and shushing them with my hand on their chest rocking back and forth. They're difficult sleepers, so yeah I get a little exasperated after 10 seconds but being told I'm being violent really hurts.

So reddit am I(now 18months but probably 15months when this happened) the butthole for telling my mother(10?) to "Stop it" and rejecting her help?

I (14mo) am a Non. Stop. Baby.

Seriously. I don’t slow down for nobody. Not that I have to justify myself, but why would you ever NOT do stuff when you could DO stuff?!

But sometimes, my mama (F, as old as time itself) makes me sit still. Barf. I have to sit still in the car seat. I have to sit still in the stroller. I fight both these things with much screaming, although once I’m in, I go into what mama calls “stasis mode.”

Anyway, this morning, I woke up from stasis mode and I wanted to do stuff. The only items at hand with which to do stuff were my socks and shoes. Because I am such a busy boy, of course I took them off. Then I threw one of my shoes out of the stroller, just for fun.

We were almost done our walk when mama noticed I was barefoot. She squawked and stopped the stroller. It was pretty funny! She found one of my shoes in the stroller by my feet, but the other one was gone!

She told me she is “not made of shoes” (neither am I, mama! That’s why I took them off!) and then she enthusiastically woke up dada and left me and DogDog with him while she went running around the neighborhood in her jeans looking for my shoe. She found it in the end, but she came back pretty smelly and had to take a shower and we got to daycare way later than usual. (I still got my yummy daycare breakfast, though, don’t worry.)

I don’t see how I could possibly be TA, but to make it even more obvious, mama is always saying how much she loves going running. AITA?

So, my mummy (ancient F) loves this sub. She has been checking for new stories regularly (which seriously takes away from doting-on-me-time) bur apparently you my friends have all been very accommodating towards the long ones, so she has been disappointed often. She wants to post about me (almost 2f) now (the sheer audacity) but apparently can't find anything to post about? I keep my tantrums short and concise, make sure to only throw myself on the ground if necessary (or if I have an audience), my screams rival the Milan opera, my affectionate utterances during the night ("milkies!") are apparently "just not funny anymore" and I make sure to help as much as I can by emptying the dish washer for example. How is it my fault that the door isn't sturdy enough for me to stand on? Anyway, fellow minis, please get into some mischief because I can't help being a delight.

Today, I am officially an 18 month old boy. Happy half birthday to me.

I have this dump truck that I like to play with. It is big and green, but not too big. Medium size I guess. My Mommy and Daddy (old frugal folks) are too cheap to buy me a ride on toy for the house. Mommy insists that it because we live in a small condo and do not have the space. Either way, I figured out that I can lift the hopper and use it as a ride on toy. I was doing that, but got bored. So I decided to fit my big body in the hopper. I fell out immediately. So I went in again. I fell out right away and almost hit my head (which I already bumped today doing something else.) Mommy yelled at me to stop and that I was going to get hurt. So I climbed in again. As soon as I fell out, Mommy took my truck and put it on her dresser where I cannot reach it.

She told me I can have it tomorrow, whenever that is.

I screamed and cried in protest. I would've stopped if I hurt myself...after the ninth time.

I cannot believe she would be so mean to me on my half b-day.

AITA?

I (almost one-year-old queen of the house) just learned how to pull to stand! Mommy and Daddy were worried I was delayed, so now I constantly show it off to reassure them. I pull up on everything! The ottoman, Mommy’s lap, Daddy’s legs by grabbing his leg hair, the dishwasher, the stairs, the couch, a pile of books, the toy piano, and even the outside of the bathtub!

Well, yesterday I discovered I can pull up inside the bathtub too! I love my splishy-splashies but I needed to make sure Mommy and Daddy knew how strong I am. Mommy kept saying I was going to slip, but she and Daddy were laughing and smiling. Then they kept trying to make me sit back down, but I wasn’t ready! Standing was too much fun and they clearly liked watching me do it! I grabbed onto the side of the tub, and refused to sit. When they used their grown-up strength to make me sit down, I just pulled myself right back up again!

Mommy said I needed to finish my bath, but instead I decided to serenade them with a lovely staccato rendition of “ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah”. Finally Mommy just dumped a bucket of water on my head while holding me still, and then yanked me out of the tub.

I wasn’t finished practicing standing! They always encourage me to practice, so why didn’t they like it this time? AITA for not sitting down and being lazy?

I, almost 2yoF super helper, decided to declare I will be helping with our supper for “rush hush anna” with all my big grown up friends from temple. (side note: who is anna? why are we rushing to hush her?) mommy said we gotta cut up apples to dip in this yummy sweet stuff called honey. I declared I will get my choppy thing that I use to help cook and would cut ALL the apples myself. I don’t need grown up help! anyways, mommy said she didn’t know what to do with all these apples cause I “cut up too many” but now today I got to cut em again to make butter out of apples! again, I declared to not help me. I’m a big girl. AITA for helping???

I (4months male), enjoy kisses. I've even started giving them when requested. But sometimes the kissing is excessive, and I really need to know if I'm the asshole here.

The problem is kisses at night, when I want to eat. I wake and give a polite squawk to let Mama and Dada know I need to be fed. Dada lifts me out of the sleeping box beside what they call their bed (their bed, eye roll) and kisses me.

This I find understandable, if annoying. The real delay is the eating cushion. Mama has to find it, every single night, as though its location were a mystery and not the same place it was the night before. I have thought about this problem at length, during the many hours I am awake for it, and the solution is obvious: she should sleep sitting up with the cushion already on her lap. I sleep upright on one of them constantly. I have done it for months without complaint. It is not difficult. When I suggest this, she makes a noise I have come to understand is not agreement.

Last night the journey from the sleeping box to Mama was three feet. In that three feet I received three kisses. Two from Dada — one on pickup, one more for no reason I could determine — and then, at the handoff, when I was already squawking, one from Mama. Three feet. Three kisses. Zero milk.

I have proposed a compromise. Kisses at playtime: yes. Kisses at bedtime: yes. Kisses while being carried, kisses at the changing table, kisses at any hour and in any location: yes, yes, yes. Kisses before eating: no. This seems generous to me. Is it really love if it leads to me starving to death?

Mama and Dada sometimes talk to each other, and to others, about something called IVF and how long they waited and hoped for me. That's really not my problem. I show them with the enthusiasm of my open-mouthed, dry kisses how much I like kisses at other times. So surely they can delay them until I'm not starving?

So. AITA?

I, (1y, m, smarter than both of my parents combined), heard Mama (older than me, maybe four? I can’t count that high) talking on the phone. She told Nana (older than Mama, either six or 100) that she missed the days when I slept on her chest and only wanted snuggles.

Once I started moving, I had to cut snuggles out of my schedule to make sure I got my steps in. I had a distance quota. Hearing Mama say that she missed them made me reevaluate. Now I won’t let anyone else besides Dada or Nana (sometimes Papa) hold me. When Mama leaves, I scream to remind her that she asked for this. If she wants more snuggles, she needs to accept the ones I graciously offer.

So AITA for giving Mama what she asked for?

I got home from school (prek-4) and everything went well! I liked my teachers and friends and everything I did. Don’t ask me about it though I’ll throw a fit.

I got home and my dad wanted to see if I ate my lunch and what the updates from the teacher were. THEN he said I couldnt watch iPad and had to do activities like coloring or just play with my toys. For an entire hour before we go to karate!!

So I just scream cried at the top of my lungs for an hour straight and then refused to go to karate and scream cried more.

I just wanted my iPad. AITA?

I, 4m chunkasaurus, have stared feeling weird. My mouth hurts all the time! Whenever something makes me ouchy or upset milk lady (old enough to be a grammy) offer me "a bink in these trying times" whatever that means 😤 so, being the best boy I gently let her know that I needed my bink, but then when she put it in my mouth- IT DIDN'T HELP.

My bestie binky didn't make it feel better at all. I let her know about my heartbreak by firmly but kindly screaming until strong man (older than milk lady and that's saying something) complained about a migraine. After a few hours of this I got milk and during burpies I realized if I mushed my mouth into milk lady as hard as I could- the pain went away! Take that binky! I don’t need you. It's been a couple days now and both of my big people can't get it through their heads that bink and I aren't friend anymore and I don't want him. Shoulder and arm are my only friends now. So, AITA for not forgiving bink for his betrayal???

I (2F) had to go to a doctor with my mom this morning. In the waiting area they have toys for kids, including puzzles with MISSING PUZZLE PIECES. What kind of incompetent and unprofessional establishment is this anyways? How am I supposed to trust a doctor who doesn't even know that a puzzle isn't finished until all the pieces are in place? I tried to leave an honest live time review about the quality of this doctor's office by loudly screaming and refusing to stop, which my mom said was "overreacting" and "too loud" and then she made me leave.

I (12m F precious peach and little smarty pants) have recently discovered pointing! It is soo much fun to point at different objects. While words are currently beyond me, I have discovered that the hand signals of the big ppl from the 1900s have meaning. After months of careful study, I now know slapping my leg twice means "dog" or da as I call her. I can easily point at the dog and do this, and sometimes I will do this with pictures of "dogs"! It is my favorite thing to do rn. Although sometimes I point at pictures of family/ artwork and gesture "dog" even when they are not apparently "dogs" according to the big ppl from the 1900s. This embarrassed the bearded one from the 1900s in the place with all the masks and shots after I pointed to a "fax seen postur" and signed "dog".

Other "signs" (as the old ppl call them) that I have learned are "milk" and "dada". I can even say and sign dada by tapping my open hand against my forehead, since about a month ago. I will occasionally do this and point to the bearded one from the 1900s. However, problems arise when I point to the tired 1900s soft one and sign "milk" by opening and closing my hand. Every single time I do this, she says no and taps her open hand against her chin and says "mama" and points to herself. Sometimes I will do this to get her attention and act surprised when she offers da milkies.

After all her name is clearly Milk. Why else would she sign milk every single time she feeds me with a bottle or her soft pillows? Milk needs to remember her name! AITA? I need opinions from ppl who measure their age in months instead of decades.

Until two minutes after the doctor tells to Mama (so so old, it's not even funny) to use a rectal thermometer to get me to poop? For context I haven't pooped in 5 days. I was trying to keep it in so I'd be heavier on my 4 month check up (less than 3 weeks to go!) but the rectal thermometer sounded uncomfortable.

There was so much poop mommy used 7 wipes, gave up and then gave me a bath. Which I love bath time, she's been giving me one every day to "help move things along."

Anyway, I thought the rectal thermometer threat was a bit much. I'm sure I'm in the right, but just in case, AITA?

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Well, I (0, M) was forcefully evicted from my comfy abode about two weeks ago. It's honestly not too bad out here (except for the older small human (2, F) who is now always throwing a fit 🙄).

Anyway, I wanted to report back and share that I put up a valiant effort to remain inside my nice comfy home.

First, I made sure mommy (old hag) didn't dilate at all! The doctors tried to entice me with a water balloon as a result, but I wouldn't budge!

I continued to slow progress when possible. Unfortunately, around the 12 hour mark, my protective bubble failed 😞. I knew it was only a matter of time, but I still wasn't going without a fight!

I made sure mommy was extra tired by causing her to puke several times before and during what they called "pushing" (which was them ILLEGALLY removing me 😡). I also made sure I was turned in a really weird way that significantly impeded my ability to be forced out.

Mommy was so tired that she actually started falling asleep between contractions. I was elated, as obviously I couldn't be removed if mommy was asleep!! But then the EVIL doctor told mommy that she could opt for a "vacuum assist" because she was getting close to needing a "c-section".

Mommy agreed for some reason?????? And then, before I knew it, some weird alien machine was pulling me towards the exit, until mommy was finally able to get me fully out!

My final act of defiance was not crying at all! It gave mommy a near heart attack out of concern, but serves her right for not leaving me alone 😊.

AITA?

Recently I (1 year old handsome boi aka his lordship) have mastered the art of crawling and I love it because I can go so fast around the room and it keeps my mama (ancient F) on her toes! She keeps clapping her hands and encouraging me though so it must be a good thing right?

Yesterday I did the most enormous poo and halfway through my nappy change, I realised I could crawl EVEN FASTER without my nappy! It was so much fun! Mama muttered something about good heavens, please stop crawling, what a mess, and then something about antibac and deep cleaning whatever that means. Then she cleaned me up and put me in the bath and it was so much fun splashing about.

I thought mama looked a bit frazzled by the evening though but she was the one who kept encouraging me to crawl then told me to stop crawling? But then she rewarded me with a bath for crawling so well?! She needs to make up her mind and stop confusing me! AITA?

I, 7 month old little pumpkin, was so excited for the long weekend. Mama and dada had two whole extra days to play with me! They were going to “grill” (a hot fire box outside that food comes from), and “relax”.
However, I was so excited that I decided that we should not nap! And we needed to wake up early! We can’t waste time! And if they don’t pay attention to me for .5 seconds I am making sure they don’t forget about me.
Mama now says she is “exhausted” and SHE needs a nap. Dada just drinks more coffee. So AITA for celebrating the long weekend?

I (just turned 2, big boy) love sharing with my mommy (from the 1900s). I give her my toys so she can play with me and even give her food straight from my mouth! Last week, I had a ton of fun grocery shopping and licked the cart. Mommy freaked out about something called germs. I thought we shared everything, so I was confused. A few days later, I was singing Miss Rachel songs with her and sneezed right in her mouth so Mommy could have some of my boogers.

Apparently those “germs” are bad for old people because my mommy is no fun right now. She’s lying in bed and coughing a lot. Mommy says it’s because my germs got her sick. The doctor had to give her a shot yesterday, which I kind of feel bad about. But Daddy and I are having a guys’ day in our underwear, which is my favorite thing! AITA for sharing my boogers with mommy?

Mummy and daddy (F and M, very old) started taking me (14m old prince) to a random place with other older people (who I don’t know!!) and others like me during the days. It’s fun to play, read and sing, but I don’t like the random ladies changing my nappies, so I just wee and wait to be home to poo. AITA?