This is why I don't want children

your 3 year old has glasses?? ha what a nerd.

Is his name Keegan? I take care of a kid of that name and age who would totally do that stuff...he makes a mess of the classroom at his daycare and his last pair of glasses broke...

The key part of this comment is the if I was a parent part as a mother myself I can attest to the fact that you can read and watch as many good parenting tips as you want but nothing prepares you for the actual raising of your kids so for you dear I suggest getting off your high horse a three year old who yes is old enough to know better yet still throws Cheerios around the house and shoves things down the toilet is not in need of therapy they're in need of sternness and yes probably a spanking not a beating but a firm pop on the butt there's a huge difference and a child who grows up with a mother who has a firm hand and I loving heart will grow up much more respectful than one who's parents put them in therapy rather than stepping up to discipline them they're children acting up its not a mental problem it's a natural part of growing up and them testing their boundaries

And that's why I don't have kids

He is one talented little fellow

Hey OP, if it makes you feel better, when I was a kid, I took a bowl of cooked rice and threw in the living room, while my mom was cleaning that I decided to get the hose and flood the living room as well. Then my sister let the dog out on accident and so my mom had my other sister, the older one, Put her shoes on and go get her. She ran and grabbed her socks and shoes and to the restroom. She comes out with shoes and toilet paper. My mom ran in and the bathroom was flooding... My mom was put on antidepressants after that:) and all of that was because of teamwork.

You kind of had it coming, feeding that poor baby nasty ass Cheerios You should be ashamed of yourself!

Wrong. Violence of any sort is wrong and at best is cowardly intimidation not parenting. The few times my parents tried spanking me when I didn't believe I deserved it merely meant later that day something in the house got destroyed. They continued, then I continued. A high pain threshold and stubborness meant I was willing to suffer real injury that they weren't willing to give. They switched tactics to explaining rather than trying to break me, and I grew up to be a kind non-violent man.

My toddler nickname was Pooper, because of my preference for finger painting materials. I was so clumsy and forgetful with a high pain threshold that I was regularly covered in so many scrapes and bruises relatives started to wonder if I was being abused.