40 Toddlers Cracking Adults Up With The Funniest Complaints Shared By People In This Online Group

After a couple slices of pizza, 3 year old bursts into tears and says:

"My mouth wants more but my tummy doesn't!"

Me too, kid. Me too.

Demanded to know how to say “Hola in Spanish” would not accept that hola was already Spanish, cried for hours

Toddler & I are in the truck for a 3-hour, mostly freeway trip. Toddler asks if she can have her window down. Begs. Says pretty please. Whines that she NEEDS the window down. Answer is no... we're going 70 mph for the next few hours. Thus begins the wailing! She cries, and cries... and cries. The window's not going down, I'm tuning her out, no problem, the music is on, I'm just driving and life is good.

After probably 45 minutes of this, she slows down, gulps a few times, and in a tremulous voice asks, "Mommy, why am I crying?"

I laughed so hard I nearly ran off the road. If you don't remember, I'm not telling you, Kid.

My toddler got mad that her poop came out in two pieces instead of one. She accused my husband of cutting it while she wasn't looking.

5yo: "You're old!".

Me: "I'm not that old (with a slight tone of indignation). How old do you think I am?".

5yo: "The last number."

My daughter had a complete existential breakdown one day when she found out that she was going to have to pee every day of her life

IDK if this is too gross, but when my son was 3, he had a tummy bug and came to me crying that his "butt threw up"

I was a restaurant server one night when a family came in. Normally, I'm not a fan of kids, but this one girl, like 5 or 6, broke the mold for me. There was a fire in her eyes, but she wasn't unruly. Just... in the moment.

I walk up to the table after they finish a seafood platter, and I hear the parents loudly saying something they obviously want me to hear: "No, honey, they don't let you take the lobster shells home." I could feel invisible elbows jabbing me in the ribs with their glances. Before I open my mouth to back up their story, she huffs and says-

"Well, can I at least keep the eyeballs?!"

And then proceeds to hold up a fork with the lobsters eyes impaled on to the ends of the outside prongs, like a war chieftain with the head of an enemy.

Adorable.

When my daughter was three, I told her to stop trying to draw on the dog with crayons. She threw the crayon on the floor, looked me dead in the eye and yelled, "Daddy, you're ruining my life!"

Overheard at a grocery store: mom let her little boy pick out some ice cream. Kid chooses some sort of chocolate banana popsicle and mom says no. Kid starts crying. Mom says "I thought you didn't like bananas." Kid immediately stops crying, says "Oh yeah", and picks something else.

My kid hates it when I dance (which is understandable, as I'm very white)

He was about two, I was holding him, grooving along to something.

He looks me in the eye, and goes "Daddy no sing!"

"I'm not singing, I'm dancing!"

"Daddy don't sing!"

"I'm not!"

Him, in tears: "Don't sing with your feet!"

My daughter (about 5) threw a wadded up piece of paper at us and ran away. We opened it up and she had written, “can I have a snake?”. Wife yelled “no, you may not” and my daughter then came back almost in tears to ask why not. She said, “I ate all of my dinner so why can’t I have one?” Wife asked what that had to do with snakes at which point we realized she had misspelled “snack”. Also, my son put us in a sort of reverse “timeout” once when he got angry. This consisted of him going into his room and refusing to come out... leaving us in peace and quiet. He essentially played himself.

My 3yo had a meltdown because he wasn't in our 5 year old wedding photos. He said we didn't love him and that's why we didn't even invite him to our wedding.

I watched a friend's kid have a total breakdown because he wanted to have eaten ice cream. The thing was, he HAD ice cream. It was his dessert, and it was in a bowl in front of him. He could eat it. But the fact that he had to go through the mechanical motions of eating, to get the later point in time where he had had ice cream, was really just too much for him to bear.

Watching tiny humans grapple with cause and effect is fascinating.

My legs are sparkling!

Edit: my legs had fallen asleep

Now that I’ve been working at home (I have a desk set up in my bedroom) whenever I give my 3 year old grief he tells me to go back to work.

When I was about 5 my parents gave me ice cream with chocolate sauce and I broke down crying. Took them a while to figure I was upset at the psycho sick bastard who'd put gravy on my ice cream. Eventually they convinced me to try some and I enjoyed it.

My aunt and younger cousin were visiting us once. He was 3 years old at the time, and my neighbors had a 3 y/o as well. They were playing together in my backyard, when I hear my cousin scream "no, I'M 3! You CAN'T be 3, I'M THREE" while tackling the other child.

I worked at a preschool from this October to December as an assistant teacher. We had a play room next to the classroom and one day we decided to go in there to play. In there was a shelf with a lot of dinosaurs to choose from. A child came up to me and said he wanted to play with the dinos. I said “okay”. This child just sat on the floor and looked like he was having the crisis of his life. Then began to cry and when I asked him what was wrong, he said “there’s too many dinosaurs to choose from”

When my nephew was three or four, I found a cookie that he had stashed in a couch cushion. It was dry and gross and obviously had been there for a while. I immediately went and tossed it in the trash.

My nephew saw this happen and immediately burst into tears. Full-on snotting, hysterical tears. Through his sobs he managed to choke out the words, "you don't throw away cookies."

My husband and I use this saying often.