Raising a child....

...is like being a personal assistant to someone who is completely insane. A really little person, who you can at least physically over power if necessary. Seriously, who thinks it's okay to hit someone who is telling you something you don't like? Sorry Mom, but I wanted to climb into my carseat on my own. Yes, I know that we are late, and that I can't actually do what I am trying to do because I tried yesterday and couldn't. But, if you don't let me try again today, I am going to beat you about your head and neck while you try to buckle up my seat belt.

He isn't even two yet. What the hell have I gotten myself into with this one??