I wasn't a bad parent after all. This little 3 year old, who has had no consistency in his life at all, is really, really lost with receiving it now. Frankly, I am a bit baffled. My patience runs thin, after telling him 197 times, please do not do that. I KNOW I have to be patient, but how does one be patient when patience is thin???? Sara is his main caregiver, and she fell asleep. He came out, snuck out really because he should be in bed. I tell him stay on the couch or go to bed. I find him on the floor under the coffee table. I make him come out on his own, be careful of your head, there ya go, you can stand up now. Couch or bed. Then I find him in the pantry - hiding. Ok, come on out. I am not mad, I never yelled, spoke softly yet firmly. Couch or bed. Then I find him UNDER the bed. Come on out, you are not in trouble. What do I get? "I'm sorry." How do you tell a three year old that has no CLUE what a real family is that he does not have to be sorry for breathing????