I Love My Kid, But He’s Basically a Feral Dog

Not gonna lie—raising a kid is WILD. People talk about the joy of parenthood. No one talks about the moment you walk into your toddler’s room and find shit smeared on the wall like cave art. He’s 18 months. We love him to death. But sometimes? He’s not a “little human,” he’s a chaotic raccoon with zero shame. Dude licked his own poop. LICKED. IT. Babies and pets? Same damn thing. Big eyes. Clumsy. Constant mess. Everything goes in the mouth. No morals. No logic. Just vibes. If you leave them alone for five minutes? Boom—disaster. You think puppies are a handful? Try parenting a toddler with a paintbrush made of poop. Yes, we’re good parents. Yes, he’s safe. But don’t gaslight me into pretending this isn’t absolutely unhinged. I said what I said. Babies = animals. #ParentingUnfiltered #ToddlerLife #SendHelp #WhyIsTherePoopOnTheWall