Probably no more then three-year-old girls but I've yet to experience that delight (I'll be there in another two years!)
But my boy. My goodness! The not listening, the defiance, the whizzing around everywhere like a whirlwind...it's just all getting too much! I ended up getting really shouty today which I hate but I was so at the end of my tether. It was the bathroom full of poo-smeared toilet paper that did it.
If he does something wrong I try to talk to him to tell him, but he looks everywhere but at me, and he swings his arms and shakes his head. I hate not being listened to! And I get really annoyed because he's just not bothered about being told off. Nor is he bothered about having toys taken away.
I love the bones of him but my goodness, he pushes me to the limit!
Does it sound familiar?