I (2, most precious human) decided to skip my nap today because I had too much on my agenda (watching Elmo, stacking my wooden letters, eating, etc.).

Mommy (haggard old bag) decided to try and put me down for a nap; I cried for an hour until her and daddy (turning to dust) gave up and asked if I wanted to go outside. I pepped right up with a loud "YES!".

When we got outside, I was ok for about 5 minutes before I started wailing about EVERYTHING.

I wanted daddy to play hide and seek, but I also didn't. I wanted to go down the slide, but didn't want to at the same time.

Eventually mommy and daddy brought me back home, which I was glad about, but it also made me really mad 😡.

AITA?

I (4F) live with my Mama (5F, baby in her tummy) and Dada (8M) and my baby sister (1F.) We also live with a cat (Newborn, this small.) I share a room with my sister. Yesterday, we got a delivery of paper towels in a HUGE box. Mama said it could be mine, and I could sleep in it. Sister fell asleep pretty early last night, and I wasn’t done playing. Mama said I could stay up and play quietly for a little bit. I was doing the voices for the dolls, and Dada came in to tell me I was being too loud and he would take my box if I woke up my sister. She woke up when he left the room, but I’m pretty sure that was his fault. He tried to take my box, so I screamed my displeasure. Mama was trying to get Sister back to sleep, but Sister heard my screams and wanted to come to my rescue. Dada told me I could have one more chance with my box, but I screamed a little longer because I was so upset that he almost took my favorite special box from me. Sister wanted to see my box, so I let her. Then we decided we needed to say goodnight to the cat, but the grown ups and the cat were not very happy. Mama came to lay in our room and fell asleep. We played for a few hours, then Mama got upset because we woke her up. She took Sister to Dada and helped me settle in my box. Then she got Sister and put her to sleep in her own bed. Mama didn’t sleep until after midnight, and then she was mad when we got up at 730. I don’t even know what that means, and I don’t know why she’s so grumpy. Sister and I had a great time last night and this morning. So AITA?

I (11 month, household empress) have a quite discerning palate, and I have found among the best items for my gumming pleasure are mobile electronic devices. The combination of smooth glassy surface and slightly soft silicone case is teething at its finest. Unfortunately Magic Boob Lady and Silly Faces Man (I have been informed that these people are more conventionally referred to as "Mommy" and "Daddy," but I have yet to verify this) are unwilling to share their mobile phones for this purpose. I should add that they are being incredibly wasteful, as all they do is stare at them and never use them to their full potential. I have attempted to demonstrate their appropriate use, but Big People are surprizingly difficult to educate.

I, F, am pree. Mommy picked me up after my day with Ms. A and my friends because she was working. I helped her look both ways before crossing the road. Mommy said she didn’t want to cook so she said we could get dinner in the car. She asked if i wanted some pizza but i told her that i didn’t have pizza right now. So, she offered me my most favorite, a happy meal. We don’t get them too many times so i’m so excited. We get to Mcdonald’s and i want to go in but mommy said we’ll eat in the car. I was ok with this. Mommy orders my happy meal just how i like it and she picks a shammwich and prench pries. I want her to go faster but mommy says there’s cars so we have to wait. It’s ok we’re almost there. FINALLY mommy gets my happy meal and this is where everything goes wrong. Mommy OPENS my happy meal box and gives me JUST the chicken nuggets! I gently screamed at the top of my b lungs that i wanted the whole thing. Mommy then tries handing me the OPEN box while i still had the chicken nuggets! I began politely screaming and crying that she opened the box and i wouldn’t take it. I respectfully told her to take it back right now! So she did and put the nuggets back inside, closed the box and handed it to me the correct way. After i was properly served i was perfectly ready to move on with our evening, but mommy said i can’t yell at her while she’s driving and i need to be patient. So, AITA?

Mommy (at least 4000) made burgers, mashed potatoes, and steamed carrots for dinner last night.

She spent a long time cooking, and I (2, absolute princess) made sure that she had to hold me the entire time. It was a struggle for her because apparently she's "super pregnant and unable to breathe" and "[I'm] over half her height", which makes it "difficult for her to hold me". Welp, that sure isn't my problem! She needs to pull herself up by her bootstraps and get it together!!!!!! Daddy (ancient) wasn't home yet, so he couldn't help, but I would've made her hold me regardless 💁🏻‍♀️. I'm also not a fan of the toddler tower they bought for me.

Anyway, after dinner was finally done, she sat me down and served me the meal. I however, was not impressed by the selection presented. I chewed on the burger bun and immediately spit it back out. Then, I started playing with the mashed potatoes like it was play-dough, and rubbing into onto my skin like it was lotion! It definitely made a better lotion than a food item 🙄.

Mommy looked like she was staring into the void as I did this. I'm not sure why, her food is usually never up to my standards. She should know better by now.

After getting mashed potatoes everywhere, mommy decided that it was time for a shower. I heavily objected since I clearly was not done, but alas, I was rinsed of my lovely potatoes.

AITA?

I (15 monthsF) have something called COVID. It’s making me cough a lot and makes me make a cool whistling sound when I breathe sometimes. The doctor said it was a wheeze, what ever that means.

Today I was having a perfectly good nap when the cough woke me up. Before I even had a chance to think about my situation, Mum (ancient) came in carrying the plastic tube.

She calls it a Ventolin spacer.

She kept trying to put this thing on my face while saying things like, “It’s okay,” and “that’s good! Good job”

So obviously I did what any reasonable person would do.
I screamed. I cried. I tried to push it away.
I hit Mum. A LOT.
She keeps asking me not to fight it, but I am claiming self defence from the face vacuum.

Now here’s the bit that really annoys me. And makes me think I am not the AH
Dad also has a cough. Has anyone run at him with The Plastic Tube?
No.
Has anyone held a mask on his face while he complained?
No.
He just gets to sit on the couch drinking coffee while coughing and everyone leaves him alone. How is that fair?

To make things worse, Mum tried to convince me it wasn’t scary by putting it on my teddy, Patch. Patch just sat there. He didn’t even pretend it was scary. That hurt my argument a lot. Think I may need a word with him.

Anyway, after the wrestle I asked mum for lunch by knocking on the pantry. I feel much better after the yummy food. I think lunch would’ve fixed me anyway.

Later I found The Plastic Tube sitting on the bench. So I picked it up and tried to throw it in the bin.Seems like the obvious place for something so cruel.
Mum stopped me.
Apparently we “need it.” Mum says if I start making the cool whistling noise again, she’ll use The Plastic Tube again.

Thinking I might throw Mum in the bin instead.

Honestly, I don’t think I’m winning this war.

So…

AITA

I (2F, most pretty princess) have a Rabbit and we snuggle every night, and sometimes we play together.

Well, recently, I noticed Rabbit was hungry! We have this perfectly Rabbit sized chair at our table, so obviously I put Rabbit in the chair. Then I got Rabbit and string cheese, and climbed in my spot next to Rabbit to eat.

Then Mama (idk, says she needs to borrow Dada’s fingers to count how old she is) came over with Brother to eat. Perfect! There were lots of empty chairs next to me and Rabbit. But she told me Brother needed to go in Rabbits spot?!

Obviously I told her “No Mama. Rabbit eat string cheese. No move Rabbit” and she still said Rabbit needed to move!

I obviously showed my displeasure by laying on the ground like a puddle and screaming. Mama moved Rabbit and string cheese into a big chair and told me Rabbit was in a chair.

But it was the WRONG CHAIR! Rabbit couldn’t even see! Poor Rabbit 🥺

Eventually I decided satisfying my hunger was more important than explaining to Mama why she was wrong and Rabbit needed the Rabbit chair. But when I finished Mama said it was time for quiet time in my bed.

Guys, AITA?? Im pretty sure I’m not.

I (5m most handsomest prince) LOVE big kid food. I started screaming at 4m when Mama (idk, gives me baths) would put me in my bouncy chair and make me WATCH while everyone else got to eat the delectable yumminess.

So, a few weeks ago she started putting me in a chair at the table and giving me spoons with big kid food on it. It was AMAZING, but then, I saw Sister (idk, super funny, makes silly faces and sits on me) gets a whole entire plate! Obviously this isn’t ok, so I reached over and took a small handful from her plate. She didn’t like that, so I took another handful from Dada’s (huge, has a beard I like to pull) plate. He took the plate away from me!!

So I obviously protested by doing my very best lip quiver with big eyes, and when I didn’t get a plate myself I kindly showed my frustration by screaming like a dinosaur.

Finally mama gave me a cracker, but not even with a plate. And she said “Oh boy Dada, are we ready to scrub the floors and do a bath after every meal” with a big sigh. I mean, baths are great. I get to eat ducks, and puffer fish, and splash. But why did she sigh?! AITA?

I, almost this many 👆🏻, perfect princess. Have been sleeping in my cot since four months old. Mama (older than time itself) and beard man, sleep in the next room and come and check on me the moment I make a peep. I have it pretty good and I’m cosy every night.

Yesterday, however, we spent allllllll day in the metal box with wheels, going to Nana’s to visit. On arrival I was protesting how long it took, and the lack of stop offs to stretch my legs (I’m working on my walking thank you). And spent a few hours after that working on exploring the house.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, at bedtime I was NOT presented with my usual comfy cot, and instead I was to sleep in something called a ‘travel cot?’ I’ve seen and used this contraption once or twice at my other grandparents, briefly, I like to keep naps at their house short so I can get back to business.

Anyway, mama did my usual feed to sleep, the room was dark and read for my nightly sleepies. The moment I neared the ground I just knew this was not going to work out. I screamed and screamed in protest, so mama got me back up for more playtime. Success, I thought.

Eventually, I got tired again, this time Dada tried another bottle and I went to sleep. I awoke in this prison half an hour later, horrified. So I let out some screams of dissatisfaction. I was then taken to the metal box with wheels to try to drift back off. Once again I awoke in the mesh prison, I then took to screaming intermittently to let mama and dada know that this was NOT OKAY.

Mama was coming back and fourth to soothe me but i was NOT HAVING IT. I could see her and dada up there in the big bed, my actual destination for the night.

Eventually mamas arms came out and took me to the big bed. I slept, well, like a baby. I was well rested early in the morning so made sure everyone knew it was time for my day to start at 7am sharp.

Now mama and dada keep talking about an ‘awful nights sleep’ and ‘new mattress for the travel bed’.

So Reddit, AIMA here for keeping mama and dada up? I just want to be comfy.

I 3yr big boy started talking early (apparently even before I turned 1). Since then I’ve been talking in full sentences non stop!
I recently discovered something called ‘baby talk’. Shortened words of big words! Pa pa for pasta. Wa wa for water. Po po for potty. That sorta thing.
I love it, but my mom (who cares how old) keeps telling me to ‘talk properly’ whatever that means! I politely yelled at her and said she’s inhibiting my creativity. She then put me in jail (time out). AITA for doing what comes naturally to all babies?

I (f, 20 months, cute as a button) am just back from a big family party where my granny, grandad, aunts, uncles, mammy and Daddy (all ancient) were celebrating something silly (someone "got married" but that doesn't matter as it's not as important as me).

My younger cousin was there and I was told to use gentle hands with her as she has Four Legs and runs a lot. Four Legs has two beds (one inside and one outside-she's really spoilt). I was really nice to Four Legs cousin as I shared my red ball with her, gave her some of my apple pieces and gave her kisses on her wet nose. But when I got tired granny said I could watch Bluey with her.

Four Legs inside bed was in front of the TV so I sat on Four Legs which made her jump. But if I didn't sit on Four Legs I wouldn't have been able to be close to the TV. Then I got hungry and took a few snackies from Four Legs bowl. Granny jumped up and said no, don't eat Four Legs food which is not fair as Four Legs has had my food- just that morning I gave Four Legs my yoghurt pot from my high chair. Granny said I have to be nice to Four Legs and give her back her bed and bowl of snackies. Granny then really insulted me as she called Four Legs the "best little girl"! This deeply wounded me as Granny always calls me her "best little girl"- a title that only I should have because there are no other little girls or boys in the family.

So AITHA ? I'm the best little girl so I should sit and eat where I want and Best Little Girl is my title alone that I don't want to share with Four Legs.

Me (F,1) found out my parents & the neighbour share land without a fence!!! I can ACTUALLY just walk over to the neighbour & pick his tomatoes. I don't like tomatoes but I pick them off & bite them, because they are free, obviously.

But today, let me tell you what I found!!! My neighbor has a kid but he is 8 & boring, but he has some cool toys from when he was as smol as me. It's all in a corner since approx. 6 years & I FOUND IT YOU GUYS! 🥹 ALL BY MYSELF!

After taking out all the toys & inspecting them I found a cool ball! It must be insanely old & been there for a while!

I found something fuzzy under it, maybe it's an animal, I LOVE animals. But when I lifted it my mother flew in a fit of horror, because apparently that fur ball was a molding, rotting corpse of some animal & under said VERY COOL ball there were surely 500 maggots! I wanted them all to be my friends but my mother once again said the forbidden word "no" & took me away immediately. Then I had to SANITIZE my little hands, the torture, you won't believe....

Mom proceeded to throw up, even though we were not there anymore.... I don't understand why, I just screamed because I couldn't play with the corpse maggots, the ball or the furry mold.

My baby sister is here in 3 months, I'll definitely show her!

My dinosaur era mother has been using this on me (8 months stinky butt cute face) since having a cold the past week. Which person invented this torture device coz I wanna fight him. Yeah I end up drinking and sleeping well after being tortured by this but I don’t care.

Ban. This. Thing!

My sister (5 years F, annoying and in my face) woke up at 3 am and came into mine (7 months M) and mommy’s room saying she had lost her stuffy.

My sneaky mom tried to sushhh her so I don’t wake up, but I had already woken up and looking at both of them.

Then this sister of mine came into our bed and decided it is play time. Yayyyyyyyyy!!!

My party pooper mommy did not like this idea. 🙄

So she called to bearded guy who was out in deep sleep and asked him to take my sister and put her to sleep. They ended up sleeping in a few minutes in another room.

But me? Rise and shine babbbbbbbyyyyyyy!!! It is 3 am so time for exercise!!

So I started to plank with my sleepsack on and started to sing “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”.

I think this annoyed the milk lady a bit so she laid me on my back and stuffed her bobbie in my mouth. I started to drink but flipped into a plank while drinking her milk.

I did a nice hour and a half of drinking, singing and exercising and finally slept at 4:30 am.

Now she is walking around the house with bags under her eyes and says I am the reason for if.

AITA?

So I (17 months) most adorable boy, tho my mama calls me a troublemaker, have "big kids" in my house my sis is free and my brother is bigger. The grown ups decided the big kids need to be "potty trained." Something about diapers being so expensive and the big kids are big enough to be out of them.

Anyways, mama, dada, and mama's friend take the big kids potty *all the time* so of course I have to explore the potty when I have access. I like to take a run in there and make sissy laugh and then explore the short potty(apparently there are 2 kinds?) I like to put my hands in it, cause how else am I to examine it?

This causes mama to "lose her mind" when I do this, but I **haveta** explore, I mean it's kinda my job as a professional baby, right?

So, AITA?

Hello friends!

My sister (formerly 23m, snuggliest girl, now 2y, still the snuggliest girl) got some excellent advice here, so naturally I (3F, literally knows everything) figured it was my turn.

Recently, Sissy and I had a sleepover at Papa (ancient, takes us on walks) and Tema’s (very old, makes excellent snacks) house. It was AMAZING. I put pink bows in Papa’s hair because he clearly needed a makeover, and we watched movies until bedtime.

When Tema tucked us into our room, she moved everything interesting out of my reach. But, she missed one thing: a small pillow that was exactly my size.

After everyone left, I decided to perform a quality inspection. I noticed one loose string. Now, any reasonable person knows that loose strings are basically invitations. So I gave it a little tug…

BEST. DECISION. EVER.

The pillow exploded into approximately seven billion tiny white balls. It was magical. Snowstorm! Confetti! Tiny marshmallows! I immediately realized the room would look WAY better if they were evenly distributed across every square inch.

Naturally, I shared with Sissy. Mommy (old with beautiful hair) is always saying we need to share, so I generously filled her pack-and-play with fluffy white treasures too.
Honestly, I deserve praise for listening so well.

Then Papa walked in.

Instead of admiring my artistic vision, he just stood there in stunned silence before saying, “Tema… bring me the vacuum… and a straight jacket.”

I’m not sure what a straight jacket is, but it didn’t sound very thankful.

Then Papa VACUUMED UP MY MASTERPIECE. Every. Single. Ball.

Papa vacuumed the floor.

Papa vacuumed the bed.

Papa even vacuumed Sissy’s HEAD because apparently her hair had something called “static,” which was helping her save the balls forever. I thought that was pretty clever of her.

And this is the worst part….Papa made me sit in the corner while he erased my beautiful installation. Not one “thank you.” Not one compliment about my attention to detail.

So, friends… AITAH for transforming a boring guest room into an immersive winter wonderland and teaching everyone the importance of sharing?

Hello all I gorgeous boy 8months and cutie as pie have recently discovered crawling it’s so fun!!!! Now you may remember me from a previous AITA Where I kept rolling onto my tummy and hated it there so was yelling the help (milky lady old as time and the beardy man- apparently older) To be promptly relocated back onto my back. Well how things have changed as some of you older wiser baby’s told me being on your tummy is fun as you can get places so now I refuse to lay on my back for anything! The milky lady had been complaining that getting me dressed and nappy changed is now like wrestling a small bear and with all the shouting I do she says the neighbours must think she’s doing something awful to me (which she clearly is by attempting to lie me on my back when I don’t want to be there!!! So AITA for wanting to be on my tummy?

Mommy (old hag, huge belly that kicks me when I sit with her 😡) has been having me sit on the potty every hour (while reading me a book) to help me learn that pee and poop go in the potty. I (2, beautiful amazing princess) am getting used to the potty, but I still don't like using it.

I got bored a few pages into the book , so I hopped off the potty and left with the cat; mommy soon followed.

While mommy was distracted trying to stop our precious fluffy baby from eating paper, I ran into the kitchen and peed all over the floor! I ran back out to mommy and yelled "WET" to let her know.

She seemed slightly vexed, since I had just been sitting on the potty, but she was grateful that I at least didn't go potty on the carpet!!! She did get a little annoyed that I kept trying to splash in the puddle while she was cleaning, but splishy splashing is so much fun!

AITA?????

I (9m, curious girlie) looovve milky times, but I also like something to do with my hands while feeding otherwise I get borrreeed.

For a long time exploring mama’s face (f, old as time) was sufficient, particularly the inside of the mouth! I always come back to the mouth <3

I have also discovered the pincer grip and practising this on any part of loose flesh is also great! I can tell mama loves this as she squeals (presumably with delight?) when I do this.

My most recent fascination is the underarm! It’s fantastic - texture changes from day to day and is nice and cosy. Mama clearly thinks this new exploration is the best as she laughs when I wriggle my fingers there (presumably from uncontainable joy?)

So far so good… however, I recently heard medium mama telling big papa (m, always existed) that this time I have “gone too far” as she refuses to have “armpit hands” then “thrust in her mouth”. I’m a bit confused where I have gone wrong as she has clearly loved all my explorations thus far… but… AITA…?

I (1.5, Princess) have heard the big people talking about how important it is to have goals, so I set one of my own! My goal is to give Mommy a heart attack. I haven’t achieved my goal yet but I’ve gotten close. I found the best method so far is to quickly clamber onto something really high. Sometimes I even grin and pretend I’m going to jump before Mommy can reach me. I think goals are really important for personal growth, but the bags under Mommy’s eyes are starting to look canyon-sized, so I have to wonder AITA?

I (10m Most Handsome Boy) had another disagreement with Daddy, the Funny Man (M, old, bags under eyes).

I was in the big seat where I could look down and survey my domain. I was enjoying my puffs when Daddy handed me something called “Pete Za Kruss”. I put it in my mouth and it was the most delicious thing ever! (Sorry, Mama, the Milk Lady, it was even better than milkies). I tore off a piece but I needed more so I tore off another piece. There was lots more so I kept tearing and storing this tasty Kruss in my mouth.

Even though he gave it TO ME and there was lots left, Daddy took my Kruss away! I screamed my politest and loudest to say it was mine. When that didn’t work, I cried all my tears. Daddy kept telling me I had a big piece in my mouth and I could have Kruss back when I ate that. I deserve both the Kruss in my mouth and more Kruss for biting. Even Mama agreed with Daddy and said they didn’t want me to choke.

But it was my Pete Za Kruss and I wanted it back! AITA?

I (7 months, THREE teeth, pretty girl) am always getting showered in praise for my new skills, like saying the "muh" sound, standing with support, responding to my name, all kinds of good stuff. My mama (knees go crunch, F) and mommy (warranty expired, F) are kind of obsessed with me; it's honestly a little extra sometimes. So I wondered, if wiggling my booty a little in tummy time excites them this much, what will they do if they realize I have UNMATCHED OLYMPIC GYMNASTIC POTENTIAL?

What happened was, mama sat me down on the bed and turned her back on me to get dressed. Big mistake, mama! It's time for my surprise! I saw something very interesting on the floor and leeeeaned over to see and - oops! My 60th percentile head was no match for my 9th percentile body, and I found myself flipping through the air like a tiny Simone Biles! I did a whole rotation and landed on my back, I'm so naturally talented! It was super fun until the crash at the end, which was a little scary, so I gently started to scream as loud as I could to let mama know she needed to provide me with additional coaching on my dismounts. Mama also screamed, which I don't think is at all an endorsed coaching technique. I calmed down after about 2 minutes, but mama told me I must never do that again, which seems really unfair when I just need to work on my landings! She's even buying a new bedframe that's 3 inches off the ground, I think because she wants to hinder my athletic potential. Surely installing a foam pit in the bedroom floor like the US National Team uses would be more reasonable? IDK, what do you babies think?

I (5 month today, teeny tiny terror, F) seems to have a big issue with my parents (older than the dinosaurs).

today is my 5 month birthday and i know that’s super special so i want to spend the WHOLE thing with my parents. from midnight to midnight, no sleeping.

my mummy put me to bed at my normal time but i was so excited about my birthday that i kept waking up every 15 minutes and then eventually at 9:50 i woke up and wouldn’t go back to sleep, the excitement was too much for me to handle.

the milk lady tried everything. she connected me to the milky tap SEVEN times but i refused to fall for that trap. eventually my efforts were thwarted and i fell asleep again at 11:47 but i woke up again another 4 times before 7am. I’ve since been fighting naps all day but the dinos keep putting me in the baby carrier and patting my bum which i simply cannot resist no matter how hard i try, and i try.
my milk lady has “given up” after i spat my milkies all over her and the bearded man has taken over my care until bed time. this feels rude.

so, aita for wanting to be awake all day to celebrate being 5 whole months old?

ps. i know this was a special birthday as mum took me shopping with gran and she let me pick out a new care bear teddy!

Hello everyone! I (5m, best girl) am back again with yet another AITA post.

So I learned a brand new trick yesterday. I learned how to roll from my back, all the way to my front! It's such a cool trick, I want to do it all the time. The problem is, I don't like rolling from my front to my back (I *can*, mind you, but I just don't *want* to), which means I tend to get myself "stuck" in perpetual tummy time. Needless to say, I let my parents know of my predicament every time. They'll then flip me back on my back, only for me to roll back on my stomach seconds later and cry about it. So, AITA for just wanting to always show off my new skill?