u/MissTreigh

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?

I (23m, snuggliest girl) have a conundrum. I refuse to call my momma’s step-mom (very old, makes excellent snacks) by her proper title, which is Tema.

First of all… what even is a step-mom? Me and my big sister (3y, thinks she knows everything) step on Tema all the time, but I have never once seen Momma step on her. So I’m not really sure how this title system works.

I will use every other old person’s title. I call for my Papa (ancient, takes me on walks) all the time using his title. But when the grown-ups ask me to say Tema, I just giggle. Sometimes I even say Papa instead because honestly, that’s funnier.

Tema should already know how much I love her even if I don’t use her title. I request uppies from her on a regular basis and calmly express my displeasure when she dares to put me down. I also honor her by allowing her to make me snacks, change my diaper, and spend so much quality time with me that I stay awake ridiculously late when I sleep over at her and Papa’s house. What more could she possibly want?

I have been refusing to say Tema for 6 months now. At this point, I’m considering making this a lifelong commitment, even though I can absolutely say it and I talk constantly and say much harder words.

The grown-ups have tried to trick me. They’ll get me to say “Te,” then they’ll say “ma,” and then they’ll ask me to say the whole thing. Nice try. I will say the pieces separately, but I refuse to put them together. I have standards.

But here’s where I might be a little bit the AH…every time I refuse, Tema takes a very big breath in and out and calls me a stinker.
I would like to point out that I am not stinky! I am adorable.

So friends, AITAH for refusing to use Tema’s title, or is Tema the AH for falsely accusing me of being stinky?