r/MiniAITA

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 barely started listening to TwoHotTakes and would like to hear opinions and suggestions.

I (19F) live at home with my parents, my older sister (25F), and my older brother (26M). My sister and I have two dogs together, and my brother recently got a puppy.

My brother has bipolar disorder and has attempted suicide in the past. Because of that, my parents have spent years walking on eggshells around him. Whenever he lashes out, everyone—including my siblings—is usually expected to stay quiet so he doesn’t get more upset. I understand why they’re worried about him, but I don’t think his diagnosis excuses the way he treats people. This has been going on for years.

Before he got his puppy, there was never a strict schedule for picking up dog poop. We all just helped out when we could. Once he got his dog, though, he became obsessed with making sure everyone did an equal share.

One day, my brother picked up the dog poop but asked me to bag it and throw it away. I figured if he already picked it up, he could bag it himself like my sister and I always do. I didn’t ignore him—I honestly forgot. I’m a full-time college student taking over 15 units, I work part-time, and I also help with chores around the house. My brother works full-time but doesn’t really do household chores.

He reminded me again later, and I genuinely forgot a second time because I was buried in homework. That night, my sister texted me saying my brother was outside throwing a tantrum because I hadn’t bagged the poop.

I went outside, and while he was picking up more dog poop, he started yelling at me. He called me stupid, useless, and lazy over and over again because I hadn’t done what he asked. I explained that I’d simply forgotten and that I had a lot on my plate with school, work, and chores.

To end the argument, I immediately bagged the dog poop and walked it to our trash cans at the curb.

That’s when I saw my brother throwing the fresh dog poop he had just picked up onto my car.
I was shocked and asked him what he was doing. He yelled back that I was stupid and should’ve listened to him in the first place.

Luckily, I had my keys with me, so I got in my car and drove straight to my boyfriend’s house to cool off—even though my car had dog poop on it.
After sitting there for a while, I got angrier. I thought, “If he thinks it’s okay to throw dog poop on my car, then maybe he should know what that feels like since he also the petty type.”

So my boyfriend and I drove back to my house. I smeared the dog poop onto my brother’s Honda Civic Type R and even spit on it. Petty of me, I know. Then we left, and my boyfriend’s parents let me use their driveway and hose to clean my own car.

The next morning, my mom texted me asking why I would do that to my brother’s car. She had security camera footage of me doing it.
I told her I was done always being the bigger person and that my older brother is supposed to be the person to have my back. My brother threw dog poop on my car first, and I was tired of everyone expecting me to stay quiet while he got away with everything. I also told her I felt like my parents always took his side because he’s their oldest son and because of his mental health diagnosis, I’ve told them that before too. I don’t think that excuses the way he treats people.

My mom said she talked to him, but he never apologized to me. We never sat down and worked anything out. This made me feel like my parents still took his side.

Instead, we now communicate almost entirely through my sister.

After that incident, my sister made a dog poop schedule. Luckily, my brother agreed. My days are Monday and Wednesday at the end of the day.

On one of my first days, I cleaned the yard after dark using only my phone flashlight. The next morning, my brother walked around the yard looking for any poop I might have missed. He found 3 pieces I couldn’t see in the dark and immediately sent a message in our family group chat calling me lazy and saying I needed to “do a better job.”

I explained that it was dark and I genuinely couldn’t see everything. He insisted I was lying, said I did it on purpose, called me dumb and lazy again, and even said that if I didn’t do things right for him, he wouldn’t do things right for me. Then he sent me a long paragraph saying I didn’t love him and couldn’t even take care of him.

I left him on read.

Since then, I’ve made sure to clean the yard really thoroughly on my assigned days, and he hasn’t criticized my work anymore.

The problem now is that my parents will sometimes ask me to pick up dog poop on days that aren’t mine for a quick cleanup. I refuse because I’m tired of the double standard. They tell me I’m making dog poop into a huge issue, but I remind them that this whole conflict started because of my brother. Sometimes when he’s there at that moment, he’ll even laugh and tell me I should listen to our parents—even when it’s his assigned day.

Nothing has ever been resolved. I have this resentment and hate for my brother. My brother has never apologized for throwing dog poop on my car, calling me names, or constantly belittling me. Honestly, I don’t really have a relationship with him anymore. I don’t care to. It just hurts that my older brother, the one to have my back and protect me, is now my biggest enemy.

So… AITA for throwing dog poop on his car after he threw it on mine? And please share some advice.

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?

So me 12f and my cousin 13m we're at my brother's 21st birthday. And my cousin decided to use MY switch and MY game that I bought with MY money WITHOUT asking. Some context this game was already glitching on my switch and I was on the 2nd section of the game it had taken me 3 years to beat part one and half a year to get to where I was in part 2 so I did NOT want to loose this progress. Anyway my cousin had opened the game saw my save and decided , im not going to ask to go into the saves on the game that clearly isn't working and make a new world then swap mt world to world one, so HIS world the one that's been used once is saved to world one so it automatically opens to his world and I cant swap it anymore and my world the one that's taken over 3 years runs even worse than it was before (yes I still use my world to this day) I had walked over to him and he's just sitting there and I ask "oh whos account are you using for the game?" And he says "yours is didnt think it would matter" and I ask "where's my world?" And he goes "I changed it to world 2 because my world wasent running properly in the 2 spot" and I (raising my voice) say "so my world the one I've had for years and is a huge file is in spot 2 and crashing?" Then walked away and he apologized days after and we both forgot abt it until his mom brought it up at lunch last week and my cousins younger brother (a year younger than me) says "you were kind of an asshole to him back then" and I asked "how was I an asshole" and he says "it's just a game" my response was "yea that took years to get to where I was" then my cousins mom shut it down apologized for bringing it up and everything smoothed over, but now im overthinking so was i the asshole for yelling at him back then?

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?

I (8mo perfect princess) am a big girl. I army crawl, I plank, I make LOTS of special noises, and most importantly I have TEETH for CHEWING. Right now it’s just 2 teeth but I am working on even more if you can believe that.

I am constantly demonstrating these talents for mama (ancient, bag’s under her eyes) and she is obviously amazed and claps for my natural abilities. Recently I have wanted to demonstrate the raw power of my new teeth I have been so bravely and skillfully working on. Mama is always giving milkies to me so this seems like the best time to show her when I have her undivided attention. Whenever mama starts to give me milkies I clamp down with all my might to demonstrate my raw power. This is where I am getting confused though.

I thought she would be impressed, and at first I thought she was yelping with excitement for my talents, but instead she says no milkies and now the bearded man (even more ancient) is trying to give me something called a bottle? Never had one, don’t want one, not interested. Here’s the problem… I need milkies to SLEEP! And now when I am tired I have to demand for milk when before it was flowing so freely and I had unlimited access? And tbh the nerve of mama I will still be eating and she will take me off the boobies??? Before I fall asleep? When she does this I don’t want to be rude so I very politely scream and grab her boob skin and pull its back towards me because, I wasn’t done?

Anyways I don’t see how things have gone so wrong? Why can’t I have all the milkies I want still? Mama says she is bleeding and scared? Idk what this means but I’m wondering AITA friends?

I, 2.5 year old biggest boy, was just posted about by my mom (ancient) in answer to an Askreddit question. Why is she complaining about me? She (and my dad, also ancient) seem to disapprove of how I choose to sit on my own chair. Whether it’s breakfast, lunch, or dinner, I will sit how I want to. And how I want to sit is by precariously using 10% of the chair, with one butt cheek on and one butt cheek off. My parents say things like “You are about to fall” “Sit in the middle! Skooch your bootie!” “If you won’t listen to us we might have to break out the high chair again even though you’re a big boy!” I hear what they’re saying, and I try so hard. But then 10 seconds pass and I can’t stand it anymore, I must go back to what is comfortable to me. And sure, I fall off multiple times a week and get sad about it, but why would that prevent me from doing what I want to do? This is basically a humans rights issue.

I (11mo big boy) have a new toy. It’s a dinosaur as big as I am that rocks back and forth. My mama (F, ancient crone) picks me up, sits me on it, holds me around the waist and says “wheee!” while the dino rocks.

The other day, I wanted to ride the dinosaur, so I went and stood beside it and patted its back with my hand. And mama came over and put me on it! That was how I discovered my superpower: any time I pat the dinosaur and look at mama, she picks me up and puts me on its back! I love it. I don’t even ride the dinosaur anymore, I just slide off as soon as she puts me on it, and then I pat the dinosaur again and grin at her. She says her back is getting tired, but I think that’s her fault for being old.

I (6w perfect little boy,) love pooping in the middle of the night. I can go a whole day with only little poops, but I store them all for Mommy (older than my aunty but younger than my grandma) while she's taking care of me overnight. The thing is sometimes my tummy hurts so after I eat at 12:00, 3:30am, and 5:00 am mommy has to hold me upright so my tummy doesn't hurt as bad. She holds me for half an hour, while I'm milk drunk, and when that's over it's the perfect time to poop! I am still so sleepy but mommy wakes me up by changing my diaper and then I am wide awake! Then mommy sushes me and rocks me and sings the speckled frog song but she often doesn't count the frogs right. And she doesn't sing the song fun like Daddy, she sings it boring. And she won't look me in the eyes (I have the most precious eyes according to everyone I've ever met) and pretend yawns!!! How rude. I deserve to be entertained!

But today mommy was yawning a lot more than usual and all day. She said it's because I kept her up all night. AITA for making mommy tired?

Edit: I forgot to mention, sometimes after I wake up I'm hungry all over again, but really I just want mommy to cuddle me all over again.

Hello firstly I want to state that I am AWAKE! Very much so. I would like to tell you that I am awake. I am not tired, not sleepy and if we go to bed I will be AWAKE!

I’m a 2 years old boy and AWAKE is my new favourite word. I will use it all the time to tell you that I am awake. Mom said it was time to go to sleep yesterday but NO I AM AWAKE!!!! And during the night I was also waking up a few times. She said it was time to sleep again but she doesn’t understand I AM AWAKE!!!

Maybe this is wat people talk about when they say they are woke? I fully understand all of it now. I will keep my eyes OPEN don’t sing me songs about closing them. I will be awake ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT!!!€!

WHO is with me? More awake toddlers around here? AITA?

so I am 14M and I got a sweater today and my mom said we were going to talk and I said ”why” and she said “you know why” and so I’m scared because she enforces very rigid gender norms on what I wear and I lean more feminine so you can imagine how that goes.

My brother 17M has never been denied clothing because he likes a bunch of men’s clothing however I have been denied a lot of clothes because they had either pink or purple or were in a girls store.

She lets me wear perfume but I can never wear any clothes that are “girl clothes.” So I got this sweater and it’s a pastel pink and comfy and you can tell it’s a crop top but I got the biggest size so my stomach wouldn’t show and she said that it wasn’t okay and that we were gonna have a talk about it but my grandma thought it was fine.

my mom wouldn't let me get black nail polish even for my birthday so I’m just sorta at a loss. is my mom the a hole for doing this?

My boyfriend tends to live in his own world. He is very thoughtful and caring in his own ways, but we have different love languages and he prefers not to deter from his ways, while my capacity for love, understanding, and trying to protect my loved ones, is very high and not always reciprocated.

So this morning, my boyfriend stopped me from folding the laundry to show me a huge spider web on the deck that formed overnight. I stopped what I was doing to come see it, it was cool, and then the dog comes to the door. He stops me from looking at it because “the dog is going to get into it” (as if he didn’t let the dog out, avoiding the web in the first place, so why would now be different just because I’m outside?). Great, so I come back inside to go finish the laundry. I stopped what I was doing to look at what you wanted to show me. When I get done, I come out and the web is still there. I work from home and have a garden in back, so it’s clear I walk on the deck 15+ times a day. I asked him if he was going to get the web and he said after work. I said, knowing I walk out there all those times a day, wouldn’t it have been a no brainer just to get it now? He gets frustrated, shuts down, doesn’t think he’s in the wrong, and I’m the weird one for assuming that he would grab the web, knowing I would have walked through it soon after. He said, I already told you the web was there so that was my way of letting you know, but go ahead and start a fight over a spider web.

For me, it’s not about the spider web. It’s about the sheer fact of KNOWING and wanting to prevent me from walking in there. Just grab the web yourself. You’re the dude.

Am I the asshole? I’m up for constructive criticism and can accept when I’m wrong. Just looking for some outside perspective.