Category: James
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Posted by u/SirChunkTheUnyielding (3 y.o.) So I (M3) was having a perfectly reasonable storytime moment. Mom—known in these parts as “The Narrator Lady with Snacks”—was reading “Goodnight Moon” for the 647th time because frankly, the moon deserves that kind of attention. We were on the couch. Snuggled. Calm. Normal. UNTIL—I remembered I have elbows. Powerful,…
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AITA for treating Daddy like my personal jungle gym when there’s a perfectly good one at the park?By James “Monkey Grip” Chunkerson, Age 3 and Climbing. Okay so look, yes—there is a jungle gym. It’s massive, colorful, architecturally sound. But you know what it doesn’t do? Yell, “Ow, my spleen!” when I scale it.Giggle uncontrollably…
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Narrated by Sir Crumbleberry, Guardian of Parental Dignity Scene: Late afternoon. A suburban park. The sun begins its slow descent. The winds whisper of bedtime approaching. But for the wild creatures visiting the park today, the battle has only just begun. We observe: two cubs—Jack, aged seven and equipped with logic and defiance; and James,…
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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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James has entered full dragon mode. Not the fire-breathing kind—no, this is the hoarding, snarling, treasure-clutching toddler variety. His treasure? Cars. All of them. Every last one. The red one with the missing wheel. The blue one that makes noise if you hit it hard enough. The yellow one that smells faintly of peanut butter.…
