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Now today's first story comes from No Cherry 6-260

from the Am I the Arshole subreddit and says, am I the asshole for not paying for the things that

my toddler destroyed. Sorry in advance for the mistakes I'll make as English is my second language.

I 36 female have a two and a half year old son. He's energetic and curious, like every child is supposed to be. Meltdowns are

age appropriate, but he usually doesn't do that unless he misses sleep, gets sick or something like

that. And make sure to let him release his energy in playgrounds,

etc. Every day so he wouldn't climb furniture. Loll. Our parenting style is similar to that British

show called Supernanny. By that I mean, for example, if you don't eat your vegetables, you won't get any

dessert. No matter how much you cry won't change that.

Or 7.30 is sleep time after our nighttime routine. Unless there is an extreme case, 99% of

the time he will be in his bed, trying not to be in bed to have more fun. We do a little

dance where he comes back to me and I put him in his bed again and again.

Rules are the rules.

My mother-in-law, 58 female, lives far away from us and invited us to her home so she can see

her grandson face to face, instead of everyday face-timing.

A home is filled with knick-knacks, etc. I mean, it is not ideal to have my toddler

live there for a week. But with our parenting style, if we say no, it means no. So we thought

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