I have a cousin whose kid is around that age, and he sprints around the house and then grabs a drink and stares you right in the eye as he pours it directly on the floor.
My brother’s terror and my favorite, when he was 3 he climbed over five baby gates and up and down the stairs, and somehow climbed up and gotten the good bread knife off of the top of the bookshelf it was stashed on top of. He charged into the room and waved it at us, sternly lecturing us that This. Is. Not. A. Toy. He’s 15 now and I don’t know how he’s survived this long.
I have a cousin whose kid is around that age, and he sprints around the house and then grabs a drink and stares you right in the eye as he pours it directly on the floor.
Your mileage may vary.
My brother’s terror and my favorite, when he was 3 he climbed over five baby gates and up and down the stairs, and somehow climbed up and gotten the good bread knife off of the top of the bookshelf it was stashed on top of. He charged into the room and waved it at us, sternly lecturing us that This. Is. Not. A. Toy. He’s 15 now and I don’t know how he’s survived this long.
They value mac & cheese and chaos.