I rest my case.
Only not really, because despite repeated warnings from more seasoned moms that "three is worse than two," I refused to believe that this would happen to my sweet boy. I was wrong. Incredibly, totally wrong. This weekend he in turned charmed and cursed us. Turned whining up to a new level. Learned to selectively ignore me. Started yelling that he wanted something "now." Jumping on his bed after being put in bed for the night. Beating on the wall after his father had reminded him to go to bed not once, but twice. Refused to pick up his toys, only to then have a complete meltdown when said toys were removed from his bed because they were Mommy's now. We've put him in his room more the past two weeks to gain his self-control than in his whole life. Had to place the toilet paper on the high shelf in the guest/kid bath because of excessive TP abuse (Beware if you are visiting to think ahead before sitting). Blue Blank (treasured blanket made by my aunt) moved to Mommy's room because it was just too much for him to pick up.
Chris looked at me tonight and said, "So he's just testing his boundaries, right?" I'm wondering if I had answered no, if he might have asked to give him away to the highest bidder. So the whole "It Gets Better" isn't just a campaign for LGBT teens--it's for parents of three year olds, too, right?