When I was a toddler I was a complete menace. I threw diva-style tantrums and refused to believe that I wasn’t the centre of the universe. Now that I’m older, I know better (I think…) and I’ve come to realize that my parents’ level of patience was truly uncanny. I don’t know how they did it, but I’m certainly glad that they put up with me. [googlead]But just in case you’re not sure what type of behaviour is and isn’t acceptable once you’ve left the toddler years, here’s a handy guide.
Okay fine, so maybe I still do a few of these things but that doesn’t make me a bad person, does it? I mean, my parents still love me… I think.