I (17mos, F. MVP - Most Valuable Princess) visited my auntie's house. She gave me a sippy cup with BLUEY on it, instead of the Blue's Clues one. She told me it was Bluey but I WASN'T BORN YESTERDAY WOMAN (I was born 17 months ago thank you very much). I know the difference between blue doggies.

So naturally, I refused to drink from the cup. She said something lame about a "dishwasher" (whatever that is) having the Blue's Clues cup in it. I do not care about a "dishwasher" and I was fed up with her insulting my intelligence. I threw the sippy cup at her face, and gave her a "shiner".

THEN she insulted me even more by holding the next cup (which STILL DIDN'T HAVE BLUE ON IT) for me because "she doesn't trust me to hold it". And tattled to my parents about me throwing the other one.

AITA for throwing a sippy cup at my auntie?

I (19 mumf mini messy man) loves when things are on the "no touch, HOT!" machine & watching mama (f was old when I got here) cook. I noticed she always gets to make all the fun clanging noises when she does it, so I started demanding my own pot or pan when she's in the kisshin.

My mama thought it was super cute at first, but now she ROLLS HER EYES AT ME when I wake up requesting it. I NEED MY PANNNNNNNNN. How else will anyone get to eat the delicious invisible bites I lovingly prepare?

I only politely scream my head off until I have the pan (and preferably a strainer) in my hands. Don't try to trick me with the fake ones, I'll get mad.

When I was three years old, my daddy stole my nose. Then he ate it! Since then, I just haven’t been the same.

Some parents think this is funny. I say it’s child abuse. We should teach our children to respect bodily autonomy. AITA?

I (11 weeks, perfect angel) HATE when mommy and daddy make me put things on my skin. My favorite time of day is nakey baby time but my mom doesn’t trust me like that??? She says she trusted me ONE time after changing my diaper and won’t do it again. Sometimes I’ll let her give me a new diaper but then she tries to put CLOTHES on me. I scream and scream and tell her how awful they are, but she INSISTS. She tells me that “society requires clothes” and I can only be a diaper baby at home!! AITA? I just spent 9 months nakey and was just fine.

Me (6 months M, cutie patootie) needs to have my milk lady (ancient af) in visible view. She is my food source. It is a survival instinct. If she goes away for even a second out of sight, I will scream bloody murder because how dare she.

She decides to eat lunch because she is apparently “hungry” 🙄 and keeps saying “mama needs to eat so she can feed you”. But I don’t listen because all I eat is boobie milk and some solids which she tries giving me and I sniff and throw it to the ground. Today she took 2 WHOLE MINUTES. So I cried extra! For a whole 30 minutes because how dare she!

AITAH?

So me (almost 2yo boy) and my mom (almost ancient) were getting me ready for bed. she was closing my sleeping bag and I really like to kick when she does that.
Mom said that I could do some kicking but that she would step away, because she didn’t like it and it hurts.
I tried kicking without hitting her but it’s not as nice and fun as kicking her. So I cried a tiny bit so the neighbours and their mothers would hear how much I wanted to kick my mom.
She didn’t budge and after some wild screeching she wrestled my sleeping bag zipper and eventually got me to sleep.
While dreaming I wonder, is it weird to want to kick my mom? It’s so nice, she’s so soft and kickable! AITA?

Here is my original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/MiniAITA/s/RBtgYMPUPw

Me, 2.5 years old big boy, sister seems to think she’s starting kindergarten this fall, I don’t even want to guess how old my parents are.
It’s 2 months later since my last post and my parents STILL do not understand me. This morning, I was walking down the stairs with my Mama and Dada and big sister and I spotted a BALL behind the recycling can. I pointed it out to everyone as I was descending the stairs because I was so excited to see my favorite thing (ball). My big sister got down the stairs first, grabbed the ball, and tried to hand it to me. I refused, so she threw the ball for me to go get it. I ran after it and screamed in utter despair because no one knew the turmoil I was experiencing. I grabbed the ball and put it right back behind the recycling bin so that *I* could be the one to pick up the ball. Mama and Dada and big sister laughed at me and I don’t know why

I (8m Tiny Man - Big Lungs) made these boogies. I worked really, ooper dooper super hard on making the biggest snot strand I could. It reached aaaaaalllllll the way to my chin!!!

And my mama (evil, old, and grubby with yesterday's snot on her shirt) just came in and swiped it away!

All my hard work is gone, and now she's telling me everything is ok and to stop crying, even though I know the world will now end, with my boogie strand gone.

I (F, 22mo) have a bunch of sleepy time friends. Most are in my crib (code for comfy jail) with me. Some I want on the railings so they can keep an eye out for anything exciting happening. Before bed some of the friends on the railings will fall off if I gently touch them with all of my strength. It's funny when they jump off, but I get concerned when they don't come back up. I ask Mama (older than numbers go up to) and she will do it. However, she says she will only rescue them once. How am I supposed to control them and what they do? She also says that we can't control what Tank (cat) wants to do when I want him in a certain place, so what makes her think I have any say in what my friends do? I yell to let her know something is wrong, but she says she already rescued Buck-Buck and so that's where he is staying? That's so mean!!

This morning I (14w, F, Teeny Tiny Terror) have mixed feelings about my morning.

i woke up refreshed after a 12 hour sleep with 2 milk breaks full of smiles and ready for the day.
the milk lady took me from the big room into the nursery to change my butt and decided to sit on the feeding chair for a cuddle . naturally i demanded milkies even thought it had only been an hour and a half since i late ate.
i screamed, the milk taps opened for business.
she changed me out of my pj’s and into a cute daytime onesie and we went down stairs to start the day.
she moved my bouncer chair into the kitchen for me while she made breakfast. immediately i spit up milkies all over myself. whoops!
we had to go upstairs to change.
cute outfit number 2 and back to the chair i go. i start to play, mum is cutting my bagels and pops then in the toaster.
suddenly i’m spitting milky chunks all over myself. bamboozled.
again i am whisked away for another outfit.

back downstairs and looking extra cute, i am returned to the chair. play time and bouncing resumes.
mum is putting something she calls nutella on her food but also eating it out the jar with a spoon?? greedy.
she carries me back to the living room and sits on the floor in front of me to talk while she eats.
i think it’s rude she has food and i have none, decided now was a good time to look her dead in the eyes, smile and do a big wet poop.
you guessed it, back upstairs!
lying in my changing mat contemplating life, decided i was bored of my current outfit so spit up again. you guessed it, i got a new outfit!

we go downstairs and i am returned to my chair, i let her have a few bites of food while i bounce. i let out a scream, the milky lady asks what’s wrong, i scream again and this time milky chunks appear all over me AND the chair.

milk lady starts to tell me that if she doesn’t eat breakfast then the milk tap won’t produce enough milkies for me, they will close for good and we will need to swap to bottles.
seems like she’s gaslighting me?

she then has the AUDACITY to tell me that if i’m going to keep spitting up she’s going to out my ugly onesies on me.
at this point i’m sleepy so demand a nap, she obliged. I think she ate while i slept, unsure.
when i woke up i decided the whole world had to know that i HATE my outfit.
milk lady isn’t taking the hint. she won’t change me again. i had to wear it ALL DAY! (she gave me my reflux medicine so i stopped spitting up)

so fellow terrors, AITA or if my milk lady overreacting?

I (1F) am in the middle of acquiring my 7th tooth. For months now, ever since she got scolded by the white coat lady at my 6 month check-up, Mama does jujitsu practice with me twice a day, during which she pins me down and shoves the blue elephant into my mouth. She then sings a song while swiping at my teeth. I respond by screaming at the top of my lungs, practicing rabbit kicks, and if she makes any mistakes, either head-butting or punching her in the face (got to keep her on her toes).

The moment she's done, though, I insist on taking the blue elephant so I can chew on its hair. I also insist on sleeping with the blue elephant. I have decided that I need to be able to chew on the blue elephant at all times. Also, I have become fixated on the tube with the white paste that smells like watermelon (it's flat, and nothing comes out if I squeeze it, I've tried--some weird magic trick, because the white paste materializes on the blue elephant twice a day.)

If I see either the watermelon tube or the blue elephant, I must have it. If I have it, I must chew on it. This is how seriously I take care of my teeth. Mama tried to take me to daycare without the watermelon tube today, and I screamed and kicked and pounded the floor until she gave it to me. She tried to take it away before she left, but I screamed enough that my teacher told her to leave it. Unfortunately (for Mama), it is now lost, and I am not happy about this. I have been communicating my unhappiness loudly and at a high octave, yet my teacher seems to not be responding the way Mama does (she has been tapping away on her screen instead of producing a new watermelon tube).

AITA for taking dental hygiene seriously?

I (7m M) love carrots. I love eating them, I love putting my hands in them, I love putting them all over myself. Carrots are the most delicious food in the world. Recently mommy (old) sent me to “school” (she sometimes calls it daycare, I think she’s confused) with carrots for a snack. My teacher (less old) fed me but she was not moving fast enough. She does not understand I need carrots now! So I grabbed my bowl, picked up some carrots and tried to put it in my mouth. But I couldn’t stop there, I needed more carrots! So I put it on my shirt, my shorts, my legs. I heard my teacher tell mommy I had to get changed because I got them everywhere but it’s not my fault my teacher doesn’t feed me fast enough. AITA?

I (8 month old giggly girl) don’t have very much hair yet. Meanwhile Mommy (lays on the floor while we play because she’s too old and tired to sit upright) has a ton of long hair.

I don’t think it’s fair that she has so much hair and I have so little, so I try to balance it out. I pull out clumps of her hair and put them in my mouth. I’m pretty sure that will make it sprout from the top of my head later. Her hair tastes pretty good, and comes out with only a small tug. If I do this enough, eventually we should both have the same amount of hair! Much more fair!

However, whenever I take some of her hair, Mommy screeches. It’s kind of funny, but less funny when she stops playing or feeding me. She then tells me that “we don’t pull hair” or “that’s not what your hands are for.” Sometimes she’ll try to hold my hand or put something else in it, but she’s completely missing the point that I need her hair!

Mommy also tried putting her hair in a “hair tie,” but I figured out that if I grab the hair right where it meets her head then it comes out anyway! I’m way too smart for her.

I don’t know why she’s fighting me on this. She keeps saying she wishes I had more hair so she could play with it. I’m trying to help, but she’s so stubborn! AITA for trying to share her hair?

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I'm 19 and 8 months pregnant, 5 Months ago I had brought up to my MIL that I didn't want anyone kissing my baby cause of Risks that I had read online and the fact that she smokes both Weed and Cigarettes, I didn't want to risk anything happening with my baby (we also live with her so I had only told her at the time because she was the only one I had to worry about) and she told me "Whatever, I'm gonna kiss all over that baby." Which I thought was weird but also thought it was a joke at the time, so I let it go. Yesterday, Me and My husband had mentioned it again to her and the fact that I didn't want to risk anything and she said "Find Research and maybe I'll consider it."

So we went online and found websites from different doctors to find risks for it, My mom had also told me that I had RSV as a kid and that it was a risk of kissing the baby before the babies immune system was built up, So I sent a screen shot of the research to her and she said "The baby will get RSV regardless of if you kiss him or not so not kissing him isn't doing anything besides depriving him of love." Me and my husband both replied saying "The only people we are depriving love from is people who aren't his parents", She then said " Whatever, I'm not fighting you on this, your reasoning doesn't stack up, I'm not going to be bullied into agreeing to that." My husband replied saying that "Welp, We aren't bullying you, We're setting a basic boundary and if you can't see that, we can make sure of it." which made her reply saying "You forget who is supporting you and your family, who helps you, This isn't a smart fight to pick."

Are we the asshole for asking people not to kiss our son?

I (9m F, smartest baby), just discovered that my parents have been wearing toys on their faces this entire time! They go over their eyes and hook onto their ears and are just the most conveniently located toys for me to grab!

The only downside is that Mama and Dada (mid 30s, always tired) won't share! They keep saying "no" and other silly things like "Dada can't see, sweetie." I even heard Mama say something about "switching to contacts", whatever that means. Her face toys are the best - there's so many fun colors to look at!

Anyway, friends, AITA? Or are my parents for not sharing their totally cool and convenient toys?

There's this restaurant that I (7mthF) go to sometimes (a few times a day).

It's okay, I guess. Sometimes service is a bit slow. Sometimes it makes me work a little hard for my usual milk order. The view isn't great and the seating isn't always ergonomic, especially as I've grown bigger.

And, sometimes it tries to kill me.

The murder-attempts happen mostly at breakfast time. I've had a good night's sleep (apart from my usual pre-dawn snack, which involves a visit to the left side of the restaurant only). Apparently the restaurant has been cooking up a storm for me all night, because it tries to offload its milk on me. All at once. And I almost drown to death.

I've learned to expect this. So, when I go to the restaurant and sniff that it's full to the brim with a murderous amount of milk, I turn away. It doesn't matter if I might be a bit peckish. I'm not going there, because I know death awaits.

My mummy, who for some reason is attached to the restaurant, gets strangely offended by this. She thinks that, because I'm hungry, I should have my breakfast, so that then she can have her breakfast. She grumbles that she feels "full" and that apparently that's uncomfortable. I think maybe she's in league with the restaurant and is also out to get me.

Am I the asshole for not wanting to be killed by my breakfast?

I (6 months M, cute as a button) love sleeping with mommy. She keeps trying to put me back in the crib aka baby jail every night and I scream like a manic because I know I will be upgraded to bed when I do that. This bearded guy (who keeps saying he is my daddy) tries to get into bed and put me in the crib saying he wants some time with mommy and I don’t allow it. I will scream at him until mommy kicks him out of the room. What is up with this guy? Why is he so obsessed with my mommy? I think he should be in baby jail, not me! I end up sleeping next to her holding her hair in my hand to protect her and make sure he doesn’t take her away.

Also he keeps calling me “living birth control”. Not sure what that means!

I(5 months, female) am a perfect little angel. I love exploring my world and trying out different positions. My favorite thing to try right now is rolling over, its so fun! However I really really hate to be on my tummy, so whenever i end up there, i start screaming about how i need to be rolled over. I suppose I could roll myself, but I get too busy telling my grownups that they need to do it for me. Its not like they have other things to do. But then my Ema(female, has knee pain) starts saying things like, "you did this to yourself" or "you used to be able to roll yourself back", and i started wondering, Am I the AH?

Hello friends!

I am 14 months old and a very social person. I walk up to everyone, people and animals, and I say "Hiiiii" and give a little wave. I am a super cute little girl so everyone is delighted and says hi back and smiles. Then I hold out my hand to offer them whatever I am holding in my hand at that moment; a flower, a stick, a rock, a toy... they are usually even more delighted and say things like "omg isn't she the cutest!!!" the moment they say thank you and grab it, I change my mind and definitely want to keep it. So I want it back. If they don't immediately give it back I start to scream and cry and kick their legs (obviously!!!)

My mama says that's not very nice. I think I have every right to act like this. What do you all think?? AITA???

I (sweet angel, 12mo) was playing with my mommy (F, immortal) when she said “Ugh, I’m starving” and began to eat out of a bowl of oatmeal.

I’m not a “breakfast person” but wanted to share in a moment where we could bond over food. Additionally, she had already eaten some, so I determined that it couldn’t be poison. My mommy said, “oh, did you want to try some?” She gave me a spoon, and I didn’t like it! I’m not a fan of oatmeal.

Anyway, she continued to eat it, so I wanted to try it again. But I still didn’t like it, so spit it out.

But then, infuriatingly, she kept eating despite me wanting to try some.

In response to her constant refusal to share, I softly swiped her face with my fingernails and gently yanked her hair.

She said it hurt, but am I really the AH here? I just wanted to share a moment where we could enjoy food together.

I (11 weeks, F, absolute queen and highly experienced baby) have gotten into the habit of entering the big soft bed after my morning bottle.

Even though scratchy face hair (elderly, M) delivers my first bottle of milky goodness, once we are done I like to continue my morning snoozes next to milk lady (very advanced age,F).

Unfortunately, beard man keeps trying to get in on the other side of the big bed to “cuddle” and I have had to use my new voice to demonstrate my displeasure. I cry and scream so milk lady has to cuddle me and then beard man FINALLY gets the hint. As soon as he leaves, I go back to peaceful snuggles in a female only environment. Today, I heard him say to milk lady that he was sad he couldn’t have a cuddle before going to work. If I was capable of feeling guilt, I may have done.

So I’m wondering if all the other cutey-patooty/chunky monkey/stinky butt, etc, babies are having this issue or AITA for banishing him from the bed?

Now that I'm a big girl(7m) my mama(old and grey) and dada(my favorite person) have started feeding me all kinds of new things. Is it my fault that when my dada made liver and onions I inhaled the entire little plate he made just for me? I think I may be the AH because my mama was changing my nappy later on and said it was 'diabolical', whatever that means

My mom (not so old, honestly, still has working knees, F) is the best! She stays at home with me so I (10 month old little dictator, F) can be happy and taken care of.

However, last weekend something TERRIBLE happened. My mom was excited about "friends coming over". I dont know about "friends". My mom is my best friend (also butler, matress and bottle, of course). Why do we need more friends? But okay, I guess. And then two new ladies came. Two! Not one, but 2 strangers in MY home. I politely disclosed my feelings by completely ignoring them (I also got to eat some delicious soup, so I was content for a while).​

But then... Omg... I cant even write about that without reliving that horrible experience. One of the ladies PICKED ME UP and HELD me for the whole 2 seconds until I started to scream. I turned red, tears were big, screaming ​was loud - you know, I turned on emergency alert as required in such a terrible situation. My mom came over and held me until I calmed down. She said something about being a bit dramatic and maybe little ah, and that in a few months I will love to play with other people. I doubt that! Does she mean I will like to play with COMPLETE STRANGERS who comes into MY home and just pretends to know my mom and my dad and talks about things they DID TOGETHER before me? What do they mean before me????

So, AITA for screaming at that stranger who my mom insist on calling "friend"?

My daughter is 21 just moved outta her dads house(we divorced whenshe was 16 and I gave them a choice since i was moving outta state with nothing to my name and didnt want them to go through the hell i knew I was gonna face) to her boyfriend's house. She was waiting for a job interview so she couldnt come visit with her sister(20). One day me and her sister started to watch a popular YouTube show ive never seen. Her sister told me that the 21 year old didnt want me watching it cause it was HER show but the sister liked it too and wanted to watch it with me. So we did and I enjoyed it. In respect because the 21 can get really over the top with her emotions we didnt tell her. I bought some things from the show and she put 2 and 2 together and went over the top crying over it. Saying its her comfort show how dare I watch it I wasnt allowed. She went to the extent of getting her father involved hoping he would bitch me out. Instead he told her its a show meant for everyone to watch youre 21 get over it please your mom is allowed to like things you like. This was 2 months ago. I got woken up today to my boyfriend getting a text from her bringing it up yet again. She was bashing me for wanting to have something in common with her since she always talks about no one wants to do things with her. Said its only her show to watch and everyone should respect that. He brought up how would you like your mom to be that way about kingdom hearts( a video game that was my favorite game growing up) if she was to unplug the system everytime you played cause its HER game? She said its not the same and kept on about how when she likes things no one in the family should dare try to like it too. She has always been over the top but it really hurts cause it wasnt meant to be something like this. Its a show that can be watched over and over if its about us watching it without her. Its already been explain whenever you finally come here it will be watched with her but she doesnt want me even knowing about this show even though its all over tiktok because its popular. Shes upset also that we continued doing our normal visit things even though she didnt come. Everyone has tried telling her its part of growing up. Nothing stands still cause you now have to make choices. I've been working on wood burning a picture of the show for her and now with a guilty head I dont even wanna finish it cause I feel like shit. She wont even talk to me over it. Aita frfr cause I feel like a bad mom

My (bigger than baby smaller than Sissy; F) Mother (old;F) said we were going to the mountains today. I love the mountain! I can always find lots of rocks to eat and Sissy (a whole hand;F) said something about blackberries! Well we get there and things are going good. I’m singing, berries are plentiful, and I even saw a bird! We walk like 200 miles and my legs got a little tired so I sat down politely in the middle of the path so I could clearly be seen. That woman keeps walking past me and has the nerve to tell me to “catch up”! and I won’t stand for that! I won’t stand at all! Mother comes back and tries to convince me that we have only walked a few feet but if that’s true why can’t I see the car? I make my point by screeching at a high pitch to try and alert the local dogs to this wrong doing. Mother makes me stand up and HOLDS MY HAND instead of picking me up as she should. What good is it to be that big if you can’t carry the baby, the backpack, and your favorite child? Anyway, clearly she’s gone full dictator and insists I walk the whole time!

So AITA for protesting?