Month: November 2025
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🍼 AITA for Rejecting My Assigned Loveys and Falling in Love with a Crib Sheet Named Blankey?By James, Age 3 (Attachment Innovator, Plush Denier, Crumple-Cuddler) Hello. It’s me. James. I was presented with options. Fancy options. Loveys: soft, squishy, designed by professionals.They had satin edges. Embroidered stars. One even came with a backstory and a…
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Mom says she doesn’t make the rules. She says it all the time. Like when I ask why I can’t have ice cream for breakfast or why I have to wear socks inside my shoes. “I don’t make the rules,” she says, shrugging like she’s just some innocent bystander in the universe of rules. But…
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🎄 The calendar is not a calendar. It is a psychological thriller.Each square a fresh horror. Monday: “Wear red for reindeer day.”Tuesday: “Bring cookies, don’t forget the nut-free, gluten-free, emotionally wholesome ones.”Wednesday: Picture day. Except not just a normal picture day—“the special snowflake backdrop” picture day.Thursday: Christmas singalong, themed around a candy cane morality tale.Friday:…
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I found Jack crouched behind the laundry basket like a tiny predator in mismatched socks. His eyes locked onto Pookie’s dish—half full, undeniably pungent, and radiating the quiet energy of “DO NOT TOUCH” reserved for outlet covers and mystery substances found beneath the couch. And yet, there he was. My son. My bright, bold, bizarre…
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It’s cold. Like nose-hurts-when-you-breathe cold. Like “Mom made me wear long underwear” cold. But I don’t care. Because it’s Friday. Football Friday. And I’m at the Oak Harbor High School game with Dad. He’s wearing his big coat—the one that makes him look like a sleeping bag with arms—and he keeps saying stuff like, “This…
