My dog knows not to eat the cat food from their bowls. Lately, I’ve been noticing her licking the floor by the bowls only to realize she’s been eating the food they drop on the floor. It’s not from the bowls so I guess she wins this round!

It was removed because it is not truly 'malicious' compliance, it was suggested it would fit better here.

Hopefully this will make someone laugh. When my sons were 8 and 4, we were spending a lot of time in the backyard during the summer. While I tended my garden they would play on the swings, play tag, run around with the dog...all the things kids do.

While picking peppers, it seemed as though my harvest was a bit light. As I looked around, I noticed a lot of half eaten peppers scattered around the garden and the rest of the yard. I asked the boys if they knew what happened. The youngest piped up saying he was hungry so he had been snacking on the peppers. I told him it's great you want peppers to snack on, but please stop picking them and leaving them half eaten around the yard.

Cue adorable compliance... The next week, I go to harvest peppers and what do I find?? A whole lot of peppers still on the plant with bites taken. When I asked the 4 year old what happened, he said "You told me not to pick them, but I still wanted to eat them." I couldn't argue, he did exactly as I asked.
That is the day I learned I had to choose my words carefully with that one!!

Hubby and I have a friendly competition of who makes coffee for whom. Not counting anything but the occasional "I brought you coffee this morning" will be used as bargaining chips.

Today I made coffee because hubby made coffee yesterday. I was in our room, getting ready, when I hear hubby tell 8YO to "go ask your mother to make us both another coffee". And before you ask, 8YO's coffee is a shot of hot chocolate with milk...kiddies coffee. 8YO comes asking. Game on.

First off, the type of coffee was not specified. Secondly, it was not specified that it should be served in individual mugs.

Mom won this round with kiddies coffee in one mug for dad AND daughter. Their faces, when realization hit, were priceless. And on our 10year anniversary too!

Wife made cookies last night for game night and the kids were of course circling.. they asked for bedtime snack. Wife had made 3 or 4 different types but two types of snickerdoodles - frosted and not. She tols the kids they couls have one of each (intending one of each type of anickerdooddle).

Middle kid gets one of everyyhing on his plate and starts chowing down before Mom realizes what is going on. When asked he responded with, "Well, you said one of each.."

No complaints of tummy ache and he's currently at his second aoccer game of the morning. I, meanwhile have fewer cookies to eat!

Hello, pretty short and kind of cute ac story that I witnessed today :) First, not English and on mobile phone but who cares ! I need to control my fat fingers :)

So, I was waiting in line to buy tickets to a fun familly activity, with only a couple and their 1 and 1/2 year old kid in front of us. The mom was getting the tickets, the dad was looking after the kid, and the kid was walking away. The dad was calling him to come back but of course the kid was having none of it, was only turning the head back, then kept on walking away. So the dad, as often parents do in reverse psychology, just said : "ok byebye !" To what the kid answered waving goodbye to him, and kept going :) That's when I made eye contact with the dad, with an amused smile on my face, and he of course went after his kid :) Edit : small change from mc to ac, in order to comply with this sub after crossposting from mc :)

So, like most kids my daughter has a favourite shirt. I was trying to get her changed into new clothes last week buy she refused.

I tried to reason with her that she needed to take care of her shirt; if she doesn't take it off and let me wash it, it'll get dirty (she both loves and hates dirt).

She took off running, and I resigned myself to the usual game where I play at chasing her down and she laughs like a maniac. But then she came back... wearing an apron. Little stinker found a way to keep wearing her shirt AND stop it from getting dirty

I was talking with my sister recently and was reminded of this.

A couple years ago I stayed the night with my brother and nephew. We played board games, watched Netflix, and played on my switch. When it was time for bed, nephew asked me if he could wake me up.

I said as long after it is after 6 am. He is always up away early even in summer. He was 11 at the time.

6:01 he wakes me up. "Its 6:01 time to get up."

At least he waited till after 6.

One of my kids came into the therapy room, and went straight to the toy animals.

I wanted him to sit on the chair and said as much. So he took the chair and sat in front of the animal box. I obviously did not specify that he was supposed to sit at the table.

Back in the sunset of the last millennium and century, the older of my brothers, Mack, and I were driving together to meet my father and other brother, Joe, for a guy's weekend. We were going to hunt for (I think) Texas Agate Topaz, which we thoroughly enjoyed completely failing to find.

While en route, we got a call from Joe on the new-fangled cellphone thingie: he'd forgotten his toothbrush and wanted us to get him one when we stopped to pick up supplies. I'm not sure whose idea it was, Mack and I often had the same ideas more or less simultaneously, but The mixed look of disgust, resignation, and utter not surprise on late-teenaged Joe's face as we proudly presented him with the pinkest, girliest, cartoon characteriest kiddie toothbrush the supermarket had to offer is one I'll always treasure.

P. S. Yes he used it, we were pretty far in the middle of nowhere, so his only other option was his finger, which is why he asked us to get it in the first place. 😁

I think i was like 6 back then. Like most kids i obviously enjoyed staying up longer than i should, and one night my parents were gone, it was just me and my about 14 year old sister. When my parents were leaving they told me that my sister will tell me when to go sleep and i shouldn't stay up after that. Sure thing. The evening went on, and i knew my bedtime. I also knew it was past my bedtime after a while. My sister had forgotten. I didn't bother telling her, I enjoyed staying up longer and doing whatever the hell i did as a child. After a while, it was probably 10 or 11, i got tired. So I went to my sister's room, asked her: "Am I allowed to go sleep yet?"

Honestly, I think I did it on purpose to fuck with her. But maybe it just was me thinking I wasn't allowed to sleep lol. I don't remember. Fun times though

I originally posted this on r/maliciouscompliance but was told this is a more appropriate place for it.

So, when my toddler started to be able to climb out of his cot at just over 2 years old, we had to put him into a “big boy bed”. Of course this would mean that he could get out of bed whenever he liked and of course, like all toddlers, that was all the time.

So… I used to read him stories until he fell asleep and the exit the room. This worked for a while but then one day he made me read stories for over 2 ½ hours and was still awake late at night so I had to come up with a plan that didn’t have the chance of hours of story telling. I started telling him we’d read 5 stories and then lights off and time to sleep. Sometimes it would work, and he’d stay in bed and sometimes it wouldn’t he’d be in and out of bed too many times to even count and need more stories to fall asleep. So then I started to tell him that I’d be back in a minute to read the extra stories as I had to do something and that I’d be back. Then in my absence, in the dark (but with night light on) and with his sleepy music on, he’d fall asleep naturally while “waiting” for me even though I was never coming back.

This worked for a long time until he started asking me where I was going. First time he asked I thought, what would be a place he’d know he couldn’t come with me to? I know, the toilet for a “caca”! This also worked for a good while but then all of a sudden it didn’t and this is where the malicious compliance (of sorts) comes into it.

Me: “Daddy has to leave the room for a minute. I’ll be right back… you stay here. Ok?”

Toddler: “Ok. But where you going?”

Me: “I’m going caca. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back in a minute”

Toddler: “No. stay.”

Me “I really need to go caca. So I can’t stay. I’ll be right back. Ok?”

Toddler “You really need caca?”

Me “Yes. I’ll be right back as soon as I’m done”.

Toddler “Ok. Let’s go caca then”

Me “No, you stay here. I’ll go caca on my own and come straight back”

Toddler “No. I’ll come with you. Then you can come back to bed with me after”

Basically… this went on for ages. A tug of war, a battle of wills and finally the stronger of the two of us prevailed and the weaker of us gave in.

So, yes, my toddler escorted me to the toilet like a man with hostage, sat on the step next to the toilet and made me take a shit (that I absolutely didn’t need and had no idea was even there) all the time eyeballing me asking me “You finish caca yet?”

When I finally had finished, he escorted me back to his bedroom to carry on reading more stories like I had always said would happen but never did as he’d fall asleep while I was out of the room.

I got my bluff called by my toddler and in a weird way I’m actually proud of him for calling me on my shit. Literally.

After that, I never told him I needed a caca ever again.

Posted this in Malicious Compliance and I was told about this subreddit.

This happened tonight. I made spaghetti for dinner for myself(28m), my daughter (20 months old female), and my nephew (9 months male). I cut the spaghetti into small pieces for both children and monitored them closely. My nephew tore into it and loved it. My daughter ate it but is very reluctant when it comes to meals to eat food. I'm sure it’s just a phase, right? Anyways. I got them to eat their spaghetti, and I got my nephew one of those Gerber purée sauces to feed him, and for my daughter, I got her strawberries and grapes. I cut them into fourths for her to eat. I asked my daughter if she wanted raspberries, and she said: “nooo.” So I listened and got her grapes and strawberries. As I’m feeding my nephew and asking both of them how their food is, my daughter stops and looks at me and goes: “berries?”

I knew she was asking about raspberries, so I asked her to confirm: “Did you want raspberries?” And her response is: “yeeeaaaahhh.” So I asked her if she remembered how she told me no, she doesn’t want raspberries. She looks at me, mouths a gap, and goes: “ugh!” While shrugging with her hands out like 🤷‍♀️. I told her: “Well, next time I ask, you have to be sure you want them, ok?” She then goes: “Ok, Daddy.” So I got up and got her a few raspberries, and she happily ate them. 😂

This was one of my Nagymama's favorite stories. (That's Hungarian for grandma). Miss her so much. Here we go.

When I was young, maybe 3 or 4, I was fairly well-spoken for my early age. Except, I struggled to pronounce the "L" sound at the beginning of certain words. Most notably, instead of saying "little," I always reflexively pronounced it "yittle".

So every time I said "yittle," my Nagymama would quickly say to me: "u/profpostman, la la la little." and the expectation was that I would reply, "Nagymama, la la la little." But it still always came out as "la la la yittle."

So one day I'm in her kitchen, and I was talking about a yittle of something, when Nagymama says, "La la la little."

Now I knew the game, and I knew Nagymama was gonna be disappointed when I said yittle. And I didn't want to disappoint her. I loved her! So, cue the adorable compliance.

I say back to her, "Nagymama, la la la small."

And she laughed so hard, and she told this story over and over again for the rest of her life. I miss her so much and I wish I could make her proud with silly stupid creativity like this again.

When my nephew was about 8 we where picking him up from summer camp. He was raised dual language (english and german) and the summer camp was for kids who spoke english. You see we had a huge american base in our town and it was mostly for the base kids, but anybody was welcome, and we thought what an awesome opportunity for him to improve his english.

It was a camp where you bring them in the morning and pick em up late afternoon. They would do all kinds of fun stuff for an 8 year old and today they had painted a huge picture together for the hallway. All of the kids where supposed to sign it afterwards but he forgot.

So as I just wanted to walk away with him one of the guardians called us over, to get him to sign it real quick, and when we arrived she told him :"could you sign your name please ?" He looked at her for a second a bit confusd, shrugged and started to sign his name in DGS (german sign language for deaf people). I really tried not to laugh, but i failed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/MaliciousCompliance/comments/ztdnju/we_can_read_this_book_or_you_can_go_to_bed

I still laugh about this and it’s been years.

My daughter (probably a little over a year old at the time) had spilled an entire can of those puff things, no big deal, it happens. The next day I hand her the can and I say “be careful not to spill them”. She stares me straight in the eyes and dumps them all over the ground, and holds that stare as she picks them up off the carpet and eats them. Technically not “spilling”, as “spill” implies an accident and “dump” implies purpose.

Maybe I just read too much into the situation, but I like to think she was just being cutely insufferable, as she does on the reg.

This happened so, so many years ago but I just came across this sub today and was reminded of this incident. My brother, now 18, was a very fussy eater as a toddler (still is, i realize) and would keep refusing my dad who was trying to feed him food. He may have been around 2 then.

I come from South India where the word "Vendaam" means enough. As you can guess, this was his favorite word except he couldn't pronounce "Vendaam", so he'd say "Veena".

One fine afternoon, my dad was, as usual, trying to feed him. Little bro kept saying "Veena".

Bro:- Veena! Veena!

Dad:- (in mother tongue) No, no! Don't say veena and all. Here, eat. (My dad just used the mispronounced word casually)

Bro:- Ok, then Vendaam. (He just straight up used the right word without a moment's hesitation much to the stunned silence of us all)

I'm sorry if this made no sense but it's actually a brilliant and cute case of adorable compliance and is a favorite family story, so I thought I'd share here.

My LO recently got their first two teeth, so we are teaching them how to brush their teeth. They're almost a year old, so it's mostly just putting it in their mouth and wiggling it around. We play an annoying brush your teeth song that sounds a bit like baby shark and they smile as they watch it and chew their toothbrush.

Obviously, the head of the toothbrush is very interesting, so LO keeps trying to touch it. Every time they do we tell them "no touching" and to put it in their mouth instead. Today they decided that they really wanted to touch. After the 5th time telling them "no touching, in your mouth", they gave a huge grin and put the toothbrush in their mouth AND their hand. They proceeded to keep touching the head of the toothbrush with their hand in their mouth. They got us... 😅 I have a feeling I'm going to have many more stories like this because they are too clever.