Category: AITA
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Hi. I’m James. I’m three. I live a complex life fraught with betrayal, lies, and vegetables. And now I find myself asking: AITA? Ever since I gained full custody of my snack drawer (thanks to a successful plea deal involving a tantrum and public flailing), I’ve committed to a nutritional lifestyle of juice boxes and…
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Hi. It’s me again. James. Age three. Full-time snack negotiator, part-time keyboard operator, and the only one apparently taking this household’s finances seriously. So today I was using Mom’s work keyboard—you know, to send some emails, pay a few bills, maybe finally confront that mysterious thing called “mortgage.” I was deep in fiscal focus when…
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🪥By James, Age 3. A bubbly tale of curiosity, questionable hygiene, and big feelings. Hi people. It me. James. Today I made the water do SO MUCH fun. Sink was a splash mountain, and the soap was making fog like in dragon stories. Trucks needed cleaning. The cup needed cleaning. The sink’s weird edge part…
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Posted by u/ChunkMasterFlex (3 years old) So I (3M) have recently realized that names are just suggestions and I, being a visionary, am here to fix them. My mom, known in this house as “Mom” or “Ashley” or “The One Who Says ‘No,’” was wearing a shirt with hot dogs on it yesterday. Naturally, I…
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🐾 AITA for Preferring the Cardboard Box Over the Toy My Family Spent Actual Money On?By Pookie, Calico Cat, Professional Box Enthusiast, Ignorer of Capitalism Hi. It’s me. Pookie. There was a purchase. A toy, allegedly designed for feline enrichment. It squeaks. It flashes. It reeked of desperation and something I wouldn’t step over in…
