How the hell did I create such a monster? 3 yo is in his room, screaming like he's been murdered because I won't let him have a lollipop. We live in an apartment block with less-than-amazing sound-proofing and I'm pretty certain our neighbors hate my guts.
I don't think we've spoiled him but obviously I've done something wrong. This is just one example of his extreme behavior and I swing between worrying that he has ASD or that I've just monumentally fucked him up and I'm an unfit mother.