Category: James
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Dear Journal,Today began with the usual indignities. I woke in the sunlit throne I allow them to call “the arm of the couch.” From this vantage point, I survey my kingdom — a land littered with crumbs, socks, and questionable decision-making. The humans, my loyal albeit misguided subjects, bustled about performing rituals like “packing lunches”…
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🎤 AITA for Wanting to Hang Out with Jack and His Big Kid Friends But Also Dictate Every Game Like a Sugar-Fueled Cruise Director?By James, Age 3 (Playtime Enthusiast, Activity Dictator, Uninvited But Emotionally Essential) Hi. Hello. It’s me. James. I am small in stature but large in spirit, and today I would like to…
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It was the night before Monday, when all through the home,Not a creature was stirring—except on Mom’s phone.The calendars juggled, the schedules all tight,She whispered her worries alone in the night. The scissors were missing, the glue sticks were gone,Yet she knew their location, like dusk knows the dawn.The backpacks were ready, the lunches all…
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Posted by u/ChaosCuddles (age 3, elbow activist, towel renegade) Okay so here’s the deal. Mom folds towels. Like, a LOT. There’s stacking, fluffing, and this whole ritual where she lines them up like they’re auditioning for a spa commercial. And me?I unfold them.All of them. With flair. With purpose. With the kind of dramatic toss…
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I met cheese tonight. Not the yellow square kind. Not the stringy kind. This was special cheese. It lived in a bowl and let me dip things into it. Chips. Fingers. Daddy’s straw. A spoon.. I dipped. I dunked. I painted my plate with it. I baptized my chicken finger. I whispered to it. “You…
