Last week, I babysat my three-year-old cousin.
At one point, I was sitting beside him, minding my own business, when he just hit me in the face for no reason.
Later, he was standing guiltily near our new espresso machine when I realised he’d been putting food in his mouth, then spitting it into the machine to hide it.
I also gave him a gift, which I’m fairly certain he threw off the balcony intentionally.
As an ode to three-year-olds and the characteristic lack of shits they give about everything, please behold the following tweets which perfectly sum up their attitude to life:
3-year-old: Can we have a birthday cake?
Me: It’s not your birthday.
3: The cake won’t know.
— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) April 25, 2016