My kid isn't even a year and half old yet, and he's already throwing more sass and shade my way than I know how to handle.
Seriously, he'll not eat out of spite if I don't put his favorite music video on and throw himself on the floor like it's the end of the world if I don't give him the bottle of harmful chemicals that he'll more than likely try to chug and kill himself with.
Now I love the little guy, he's incredible and easily the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't say that lightly, this is coming from someone who never wanted to have kids and I can confidently say that I love having a son. But that doesn't change the fact that when he gets older, I won't drop the hammer when he gets out of line.
That's right, she straight up got rid of all the cutlery in their house and replaced their plates, cups, forks, knives, and spoons with disposable ones.