r/MiniAITA

Last night I (3 F, toddler not baby but also big girl) wanted to watch a movie. Mommy (at least 5 F) had the nerve to claim that we don’t watch movies on Mondays and when she refused to magically make it Sunday, I gently screamed, cried, and threatened bad behavior for an hour. To my dismay, Mommy was incredibly unhelpful. I even helpfully suggested that I would snatch the remotes and turn on the movie myself and when Mommy pointed out that I didn’t know how to do that she refused to help me!

Ultimately, I was feeling extremely ignored and felt drastic measures were necessary. I grabbed my stuffed sloth and tried to whack my baby brother (2 months…or maybe years? I get those confused M). This technique has worked in the past (I once tried to gently launch him from the baby bouncer and was rewarded with lots of attention). Unfortunately, my efforts were thwarted by Mommy who interfered with my attempt and confiscated the sloth. Then, she and Daddy (thiiiiiisssss tall M) lavished attention on the baby instead of me. When I realized they were worried he was hurt I started to worry that maybe I had accidentally given him a boo boo. I started crying and apologizing and hugging him. Now I’m worried I did something wrong. My baby brother is my favorite person and I love him soooo much and I didn’t mean to hurt him. I just wanted some attention to the urgent movie-watching matter. AITA?

I (15mF cutest princess in the whole wide works) recently discovered a game during bath time. Here's how it works:

I throw my toy out of the tub.

Mama (old, craggy, sometimes gets called dada) picks up my toy and throws it back in.

I repeat throwing the toy approximately 47 times.

Mama claims she gets tired of this game and says things like I'm getting water everywhere. However, every single time I throw the toy out, she throws it back in. This has led me to believe she actually loves the game and is just being dramatic.

Tonight I threw the toy out of the tub again and yelled "uh oh" over and over again. Maybe that will make my mama think it's an accident and not a game so she will continue to play fetch?

So, AITA for training my mama to play fetch?

Hello! It’s me again, Most Handsome Man in the World (almost 9mM), according to Grandma (predates the big bang, F).

When I first got here, all I knew was Milk Vending Machine (now Mama, super old, like 5) and Not the Milk Vending Machine (now Dada, older, like 6). Then I realized there were SO MANY Not the Milk Vending Machines, like Grandma, and Opa, and Brother, and Teachers.

At 4m, I realized one of the Non the Milk Vending Machines was small like me. But brightly colored and made of softness like my stuffies. Mama says this creature is called a “Kitty”

Since about 6m, Kitty is my favorite. Mama is my favorite PEOPLE but Kitty is my favorite EVERYTHING. Every time Kitty comes close, I smile and make my cutest sounds so she will play with me. But she never does.

Then at 7m, I learned I can pull myself all over the floor with my arms. Suddenly, I can find Kitty wherever she goes (except when she jumps up on furniture or to the upstairs where Mama has to carry me). But if she is on the floor and I’m not jumping in the jumper, she is all mine!

I like to scoot over to Kitty. Her favorite toys are small rocks she makes disappear in her mouth. She also has a toy she swings back and forth in front of my face; so fun! She also likes to play by kicking with her feet and whacking with her hands, which is what I do to all my best friends!

But whenever I try to play with Kitty and her toys, Mama or Dada pick me up and move me to my other toys. Excuse me, I just left those so I could play with Kitty. When Mama did that to me, I crawled to her feet and I screamed my displeasure before returning to my toys. She and Dada laughed that I “told her off” and I “would be a mouthy teenager”.

I thought I was supposed to be practicing my social skills? AITA for wanting to be friends with Kitty?

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.

I (18F) have for as long as I can remember, been emotionally distant with my family. Growing up my mom was always working night shifts then slept in the day and with my dad, vice versa.

I am by nature quite calm and an introvert and as a kid like I never experienced any pressure to excel or lead by example, so imagine my surprise when the youngest was born all of a sudden I’m also a parent. This part I didn’t mind but all of a sudden my mom kinda flipped a switch.

**\*\*important to note I have never received anything from my parents beyond financial support\*\***

My mother started shouting a lot and degrading my efforts, I always had top grades despite this never being a requirement, participated in tons of clubs, helped out the best I could across the board despite my lack of socials skills and ever increasing social anxiety.

This didn’t matter to my mother since she couldn’t understand how I could win so many awards and yet show her what she called a ‘disgusting attitude’. She always would calm me unemployable and that I’d be fired straight away if I brought the attitude that I’d displayed to her into the workplace and yet I went on to do 2 internships and one of which actually landed me the job. Still she couldn’t understand how I was so called living a ‘double life’ and keeping up the facade that I wasn’t the grumpy, depressing, incompetent daughter she ‘raised’.

The other day she lectured me once again, but this time I couldn’t see how she could be right but then I thought I may be overreacting and that I’m actually a horrible person.

**Context:** She changed occupations after the youngest was born so her work is now remote, I am good with tech so I’d always do the odd job and help out.

I finished college early so I have more time at home these days, she asked for help and so I completed the tasks.

That’s when she started on me. I don’t usually give detailed responses when it comes to her as she loses interest quite fast so naturally I make it quick. This time she turned this into a whole speech on how I have no people skills and can’t act like this when my manager wants information. I have so many peers, teachers that can vouch and say how good I am when it comes to these kinds of things, it’s never been brought up if I’m incompetent since I’m always complimented *for* my competency.

We once had a family talk that was set up by my mom to discuss what could improve our family life… I never tell my parents how I feel especially my mum since on more than one occasion she uses it against me. This time was no different and I wish I’d learnt my lesson. I expressed how I neither love them nor hate them, how they have never been there for me emotionally and such and this was a big step for me.. ofc my mother flipped the script and told me how we were given the basics but to me that wasn’t enough but I never expected it because I didn’t realise I was lacking. I personally have never wanted that emotional support.

So when the next conversation happened I totally lost my cool and shouted at her and said everything I wanted to say but she lowkey disregarded my feelings and so I moved out and left her and the rest of them behind, I feel bad for my siblings but they weren’t treat anywhere close to how I was treated

anyway am I crazy/did I overreact ?

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.

This is posted on behalf of my best friend who does not use Reddit, any comments will be shown to him and I will reply with his answer:

I (18m, 7f at the time) ate my bully’s Polly Pocket clothes and ruined her birthday party after being invited as a joke and a target. Here’s the story: L (8f as of the party) was the class bully, really, but was particularly fond of picking on me. She would steal things, verbally berate me, insult my weight, my family, etc. You know the type, I'm sure. So when she invited me to her birthday party, I told my parents she was mean, and asked if I should go or not. They said try it, and I hoped she'd be nice. She wasn't, wow, but I digress.

I got there, present in hand, and the teasing started. So I, at my wits end, started grade school psychological warfare.

We played a board game to decide who won the pretty princess crown, and L was obviously cheating and her friends letting her since it was her birthday and this was important to her. So. I cheated even harder, and won the crown again. And again. And again. This pissed her off, naturally, so she demanded presents. She ripped them all open, said no thank yous, threw packaging everywhere, then left them unattended and wandered off.

I stayed behind to help her parents clean up, and they talked to me quite a bit, and went to get me an extra cupcake. In that time, I spotted something even sweeter than reduced WalMart confections:

POLLY POCKET CLOTHES.

Brand new, just out of the packaging.

So, I looked around, and, being alone, ate them. All of them. Then went on like nothing happened. I ate the cupcake. Went back to meet the other kids and got met with a demand to replay for the crown. I kept the crown. She called the party over like an hour early, so I phoned home, and then she went to play with her presents.

And, somehow... her Polly Pocket's clothes were missing :) She melted down!

I went home. Never mentioned it again. She did stop speaking to me, though.

SO. AITA.

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.

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?

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

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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 (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!!

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?

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 (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?

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?

Ieri mi ero accordata con mia madre di tornare a casa sua,che sta a un-ora a da quella di mio padre per aiutarla a spostare dei mobili. Siccome la burocrazia del tirocinio che mi sta facendo impazzire da mesi e la sede si trova nello stesso paesino di mio padre e non me lo fanno partire...io invio e leggo email tutti i giorni della mia università.

Destino vuole che proprio oggi non ho aperto l'email in tempo e mi avevano chiesto di fissare un'appuntamento oggi o domani per discutere della mia situazione. Prima di partire con mia madre apro l-email e glielo dico.Lei si offende dicendomi che non penso mai ai suoi bisogni e che bastava aprissi l-email prima.

IO mi scuso e le dico che l'avrei aiutata e poi sarei tornata da mio papa- il giorno dopo.Ma lei non ne ha voluto sapere. Ha detto di starmene qui

Questa situazione apparentemente piccola ma e- \\\[un continuo da anni e ogni volta che mi rifiuta in modo brusco per anche piccole stronzate io sento una solitudine interiore enorme, come se per qualche momento mi sentissi abbandonata a me stessa, come se mi dovessi aspettare di dormire per strada da quanto odio percepisco da parte sua...