At last, the book that answers the question on every parents mind: Why does my toddler hate me?

Okay, its not really hate. Its 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 toddlers toast. (Or not cutting it offseriously, you cant win.)