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AITJ for canceling my nephews birthday party because my sister wouldn't respect my house rules
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Again, I am baffled at this. Okay, so let's say for arguments sake that every child has an insatiable urge to open every door in every house, it's the parents' responsibility to make sure that they don't!
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I feel so, so sad for the nephew. I really think uncle should make it really clear that it's not his own fault that this happened.
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Uncle shuts down 7-year-old nephew's birthday party and sends everyone home after sister lets kids sneak upstairs to "no kids" zone and break memento from his late father: 'Oh, come on. They're just kids'
Hosting family can be stressful even under the best of circumstances; throw in some rowdy kids and parents with no sense of responsibility, and you've got a recipe for disaster. One man thought he was being World's #1 Uncle when he agreed to host his nephew's 7th birthday party at his house. He had the perfect setup for a big backyard pool party to wow a bunch of elementary schoolers, especially compared to his sister's cramped apartment. He only had one, simple rule: no kids allowed upstairs.
His sister promised to respect the boundary, so he figured his WFH lair full of tech gear, office supplies, and vintage collectibles were safe and sound. But then, the day of, he caught a couple of kids running down the stairs with one of his vintage Transformers, a memento from his late father, now unboxed and broken. She tried to play it off as "kids being kids," but he stood his ground and ended the party on the spot.
Something that our narrator's sister said in particular really rubbed me the wrong way: "You can't expect them to stay downstairs for hours." Never in my life, even as a small child, did I struggle with staying out of a host's private quarters. Even when I slept over at friends' houses, I knew to linger outside if they ever traversed into their parents' room because I understood – either from my upbringing or pure vibes – that that part of the house was not for me. Even if I did somehow find myself in a strange room, my parents raised me better than to just start opening and unboxing people's belongings without asking first! It isn't unreasonable to expect children (and their parents) to understand boundaries. This story honestly says a whole lot more about the parents than the kids.