rSlash - r/AITA for Stealing a Labubu from a Child?

Episode Date: January 24, 2026

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Learn more at Adobe.com slash do that with Acrobat. Welcome to R slash Am I the Butthole, where OP discovers that she's a descendant of Insighton. Am I the butthole for saying my cousin's intellectual disability is probably because of the incest? That's a crazy title. I'm a 21-year-old woman, and my parents had a get-together lunch among close family members last Sunday. Me and my cousins were adding wedding dates from the piling invites to the calendars to make sure we don't miss any.

I was joking about never understanding the familial ties in our native language, as I was used to learning those words in English. My grandma, through my mother, was joking about how I'm being. being too Western and was helping me connect how I was related to the people in the invitations. Four invites later, I asked my dad how the father of the bride and the invitation was related to him. He said that he was his cousin, and I should have stopped there, but did I? No. I was bored, so I asked him in more detail. He said, well, the bride's grandfather and the groom's mother are siblings.

He paused and added, well, I would also be his uncle too. Now, listen, I know. Incest used to be a thing. I know what used to happen. I didn't know what happened in my family. So I grimaced and started laughing uncomfortably. My uncle started explaining more, seeing my disgust. Long story short, my grandfather is my grandmother's uncle. So my grandfather's dad and my grandmother's grandfather are the same person. Me and my cousins started making gagging noises while pushing the invites away in grimacing while walking around, and our parents tried overcompensating with excuses. I know they don't owe explanation for the choices of their parents and the others preceding them.

The generation above mine shares the sentiment that incest is a big no. I don't know why they kept defending it, but yeah. Here's where I said something messed up. I asked my dad if he realizes that his grandfather and his mother's grandfather are the same person. I added, you know children born from incest have higher chances of intellectual disabilities, right? My cousin added, explains why my brother has that.

And I immediately started nodding and said exactly that. My cousin does have mental disabilities and is nonverbal. Both me and my cousin were screamed at and told to come back home later. I know it's messed up to say that, but me and my cousin were just getting more and more uncomfortable. We came back later and apologized, but my uncle and aunt refused to speak to me. and my cousin. So am I the butthole for saying that my cousin's intellectual disability is probably

because of the incest? Yeah, O.P, you're basically shaming people for something that they had nothing to do with. Your aunt and uncle and your parents and all them, they were just born. They had nothing to do with the incest that happened like three generations back. And then trashing on the disability is even worse. So I can kind of understand how you were shocked and grossed out, but you're response to this was really crass. So I'm giving you 2.5 out of five butt holes. Also, I'm obviously not a doctor, but cousin incest three generations ago seems to me that it would have basically a 0% impact on any kind of genetic disability. I mean, maybe it could, I don't know, but how pronounced could that possibly be? Am I the butthole for not making my daughter switch back

a gifted Lubbubu with her younger cousin after her uncle found out that the the one my daughter gained in the swap is rare with a high resale value? This happened over Christmas, and it's turning into a whole family drama. My daughter Sophia, who's 12, and her cousin Martina, who six, were gifted blind boxed loboos as part of their Christmas gift from my other sister, Sarah. They each opened their boxes. Martina got a brown one and Sophia got a pink one. Martina immediately wanted the pink one, and Sophia immediately offered a trade because she already has the pink one. and was hoping for the brown one. They traded, both girls were happy, and that was that, or so I thought. Later, Martina's parents found out from talking to someone that the brown

Laboo-boo-boo is apparently a rare secret version that can sell for like 250 bucks. Once they learned that, they called me and said the girls needed to switch back and that Sophia was to return the brown one immediately. They even wanted me to drive over with it then and there, despite the fact that they live an hour away and it was already 8 p.m. I asked if Martina actually wanted the brown one back. They said that wasn't the point. After some pushing back, Martina's dad, Jose, admitted that some other person was willing to pay him $225 for the brown one and give Martina the pink one that she wants. I said that I wouldn't force Sophia to swap the Lububu's. From my perspective, both kids were happy with a trade and they got the luboo they wanted. Sophia didn't pressure or manipulate Martina into

switching. When I asked her, Sophia admitted she knew the brown one was rare, but when I asked how much they sell for, she said they're blind boxes so you can't buy the brown. They just make less of them. She didn't know that it was worth money. She's not a good liar and she appeared to be telling the truth. Martina originally didn't want the brown one and basically got upset when she saw that Sophia got pink. It feels like Martina's parents only want the brown one back because they can sell it and pocket money from it. Now they're upset with me and saying I'm being unfair and taking advantage of a six-year-old. And Jose even called Sophia a manipulative B word, which I think is a reach when Sophia didn't know that it was worth a lot of money. She just knew that they were rare,

that she already had the pink, and Martina was crying for the pink one. Sarah, who her originally gifted the blind boxes in the first place, said that this is stupid parent drama, and she's staying out of it and said that we can sort it out ourselves. So, am I the butthole for refusing to make my daughter give the brown Labubu back? Okay, to me, the thing that sticks out is Hopi seems really wrapped up about the Laboo thing and not about the manipulative B word comment. Calling someone else's young daughter a manipulative B word is fighting words. My daughter right now is And actually this weekend, I'm going to a five-year-old birthday party with one of her classmates. If I had the choices between option A, call one of her classmates a manipulative B word in front of the parents.

Or option B, cough up $250? I would immediately cough up the $250. Because the first one is so much worse than the second one. So I don't really understand why O.P. isn't flipping a lid over that comment. That is way out of line. And man, this gets worse The more I think about it. This guy wants to sell

his daughter's Christmas present. That is super grinchy behavior. I could sort of understand it if he wants to, you know, have it and hold it. And then when she gets tired of it, maybe sell it like,

you know, like an old Pokemon card, a hollow, rare Charzard. Once the kid gets tired of it, you can sell it on eBay and make a profit, I guess. But to immediately flip your six-year-old daughter's toys for a profit is scummy. Yo, this guy sucks. O.P., I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving Jose two out of five buttholes.

Oh, I want to be super clear when I was talking about flipping the kid's toys in the future, that money would go to the kid, not the parent in that situation, obviously. Am I the butthole for making my wife right in the back seat because she couldn't stop distracting me? This happened over the holidays, and my wife is still upset with me over it. Our family went to visit my in-laws for New Year's. It's about a three-to-four-hour drive, mostly highway, but it takes us through two metro areas with pretty significant traffic. My wife, who's 37, gets nervous about driving in traffic, so I always drive when we visit

her family. She also tends to get car sick on longer drives and needs to sit in the front seat to help ease it. She's tried taking Dramamine in the past, but she's had a an allergic reaction to it, so she doesn't take it anymore. I love my wife with all my hearts, but she is not good sitting shotgun. She makes huge reactions to any changes in traffic, grabbing the handle, putting her hand on the dash, gasping, telling me to watch out, etc. It's not like I'm an aggressive or risky driver. I've never gotten a speeding ticket or been in an accident. But if there's a car a half mile ahead of us that puts on their brakes, she freaks out and acts like we're

all about to die. It's incredibly distracting. I've talked to her multiple times about how her reactions actually make it more difficult for me to concentrate on driving, but she says she can't control herself because she's nervous in traffic. On the way to her family's place, she sat up front with me, and the traffic was pretty bad. Lots of slowdowns due to weather conditions, and in general, just kind of slow going. But I've been driving in cold weather my whole life, and I know how to control my speed and give lots of extra space to any surroundings. in cars. I understand that you can't control anyone else on the road and that accidents happen, but I do everything in my control to keep my car and the people inside safe. The entire drive,

my wife was on edge making all the reactions I mentioned. It's very distracting to have someone next to you doing that sort of thing while driving. I mentioned this to my wife numerous times on the drive, and she always deflected blame at me for the way that I was driving. When we were getting ready to head home, I told my wife that she needs to sit in the back and our 14-year-old son will sit up front with me. I told her it's either that or she drives us home. She got upset with me and started giving excuses about her car sickness. I told her to take some NyQuil or something else to help her sleep, but she refused and told me I'm being a jerk. I told her that she can drive then, and she refused that too. Eventually, she reluctantly got in the back seat with our 11-year-old daughter. The ride home was

much easier traffic-wise, and my wife sat pretty much silent in the backseat the entire time, pouting. When we got home, she told me that she felt ill the entire drive, but didn't say anything because she didn't want to make a big deal out of anything. She told me I humiliated her by making her sit in the back and that I should be more considerate of her feelings. So the only option that was acceptable to this woman was to sit in the front and constantly nitpick and gripe and stress out at you, Huh? I like this comments. Not the butthole. Funny how she could control her uncontrollable reactions from the backseat. True! True! How true! O.P., I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your wife one out of five buttholes. Will I be the butthole if I told my son's school that it's their responsibility to make sure they have the right child?

I have twin sons, age 11, who are not identical, but who do look similar. Their older sister, looks pretty similar to them too. James is taller and slightly more slender in the face. Ben is more freckly and is noticeably paler. They have the same eye and hair color, but James has longer hair and his is more wavy than Ben's. James tends to be very neat and tidy, while Ben is somehow always covered in ink or paint. In school they're in uniform, so they're dressed identically. Both boys have permission to take medication in school due to seasonal allergies and eczema. I got an email over the holiday regarding the medication. It states that the instances of my twin boys being mixed up are not reducing because they look so

similar and the medical officer is concerned the wrong child will be given the wrong medication. As such, she's asked me to ensure the boys are easy to distinguish going forward. My initial reaction is absolutely not. It's up to the person administering the medication to ensure they're giving it to the right person. And that can easily be done by asking the child what his name is. They're 11 years old. They're more than capable of giving the right name and have no interest at all in swapping places for the sake of getting each other's medications.

I do understand the concern in terms of making sure the right medication is given to the right child, but the responsibility for that lies solely with the school while they're in the care of the school. And I will not send them back after the holiday looking at. in any way easy to distinguish. Will I be the butthole if I told the school it's their responsibility to make sure they have the right child, not mine? The top comment is something I thoroughly agree with from Teethling Teeth. Not the butthole. Dear medical officer, thank you for your helpful suggestion. As requested, I've made my sons easily distinguishable by assigning them different names 11 years ago. Please feel free to ask each child their name before administering any medication.

It is, of course, your responsibility to ensure you know to whom you're giving medication. Kind regards, OP. That was our slash am I the butthole. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.