At last, the book that answers the question on every parent’s mind: Why does my toddler hate me?
Okay, it’s not really hate. It’s just that a little psychopath who walks through life 100% convinced that he or she is the center of the universe does not care that you have a heart, a mind, or a soul. You are simply a skin-covered robot tall enough to reach the candy on top of the fridge. And clean up the rage-vomit when you make the fatal mistake of cutting off the crust on your toddler’s toast. (Or not cutting it off—seriously, you can’t win.)
The theory of toddler evolution
Mealtime (AKA Hell)
Your unraveling life
And how not to die inside