Can you imagine if you spent one whole day behaving exactly like a toddler? Where every social filter you own completely disappeared along with the ability to regulate your emotions and control your bowel functions? You'd spend the day hurtling at breakneck speeds from deranged joy to bleakest sorrow, shrieking and giggling and sobbing and randomly pooping your pants, until someone finally dragged you away and slapped a straitjacket on you.
Toddlers are weirdos, and that's all there is to it. It's like living with a tiny deranged human whose meds stopped working a long time ago and now the voices are back and LOUDER THAN EVER.
They babble incoherently, they throw themselves against sofas yelling "BOOO!", they flip out and cry when it takes them longer than .0004 seconds to peel a magnet off the fridge, they laugh themselves sick over things that frankly are not THAT hilarious, and they cram all sorts of non-edible objects in their mouth. They love a certain food one minute and despise it the next. They constantly smack their heads into things and they run like a malfunctioning robot.
Raising a toddler is like falling to the very bottom of the rabbit hole, where everything is psychedelic and there's always maniacal circus music playing somewhere. There's nothing to do but succumb, and let go of your version of reality in favor of this crazy toddler existence.
Up is down! Black is white! String is cheese is good! I mean string cheese is bad! Turn on, tune in, drop out!
I knew that high school drug experimentation would come in handy someday. I wasn't just being rebellious and escaping reality by altering my consciousness, I was planning ahead.