Disclaimer: I am a parent who occasionally swats the hinney, puts the nose in a corner and yes will use soap.
Last week, Fric and Frac were at my mom's like usual. Unusually (at least at her house), they were using their toddler chairs as launching pads (read: jumping). She warned them three times and then took the chairs away. Fric (son) grabbed on to his and wouldn't let go. My mother suggested that he let go of the chair. He looked at her and said, "No, I suggest you let go." He was fairly promptly removed to the bathroom for one swipe of bar soap on his teeth. He really didn't like it. In fact within a couple of days, Frac (nephew) was doing or saying something that Fric thought would get him in trouble. He told Frac, "Don't sass T. You don't want that nasty, yucky soap." (story as close as possible to reality as one get when one wasn't there)
Then this past weekend, I was counting to three, which I seem to do a lot these days, and he looked at me after one and said, "Momma, I don't want you to count at me."
Not sure where I was going with this except for to vent a bit of my frustration with mr. sassy pants and his cousin. Who said three year olds were easier than two year olds? And people who have horror stories about four year olds, please don't share. I am only getting through this by thinking that things will be better when he is four. I like this fantasy world.