It may not be very well executed, but I believe that a main goal to raising a child is to raise them so that they are pleasant to everyone. The kid does not have to be popular or be some social genius; they just need to learn to show kindness and good manners. Because sooner or later, they will grow up and they will be out in the world and be left to their own devices.

One of my biggest pet peeves in life is snotty children. I'll be perfectly honest, I am the type of person that can have a hard time being patient and I'm awkward with children. It's one thing to see a kid cry when they are tired or they are told no, but it's another when you see a child play a power move on their parent.

Kids are not that innocent. They are underestimated with how smart they really are and because of this, children can get away with a lot of things. It is an exaggeration to call me Sigmund Freud, but I have seen how children manipulate situations. When parents are expecting a child, I'm sure they run through all the stops of saying that they will do their best to raise the kid and be strict when they have to be.

News Flash: The parents ideal plan of parenting goes out the window.

I'm not saying that every parent out there failed on raising their kid(s). Sometimes the parents learn the first time around and do better with the second kid. I'm kidding! By no means is that entirely true, I'm sure it varies from family to family.

However, it can be stated that there is a positive pathway of development that needs to be secured while the child is growing up. And bad habits need to be taken care of right away.

There is a cycle of conditioned behaviors that occur between a child and their parents. While the household is living through their day to day life, the conditioned behaviors go unnoticed and bad habits develop. Soon, the child's behavior becomes unruly and become uncontrollable.

When we love someone, we put up with a lot of their crap; children are no exception. I have seen how kind-hearted parents get talked back to by their own children. And dare I say, the parents cater like butlers and maids to every whim of the noisy child conducts.

I have also been with kids that try to get into the conversation with adults, or interrupt a conversation when they decide to climb like a monkey on their parent (whose just a tree). It's quite a scene and personally not cute.

I am a quadruplet, so I do have a fair idea of being in a rambunctious household. I do recall getting a few slaps here and there when I screamed like a dentist drill in my dad's face (I refused to do my violin lesson), getting millions of strict talks of being fair and kind to my siblings, and getting spanked by my grandma. I may be tooting my horn when I say that people found my siblings and I to be quiet and nice when they saw us. I'm fairly confident that my parents have raised my siblings and I the best they could; no one was favorited over the other and there were established boundaries of acting well-mannered when we were at social gatherings.

This applied to the unpopular kid, the mean teachers, the bullies, even to people we didn't know too well (of course not the shifty and sketchy adult that looked strange; stranger danger).

The reason we put limitations and rules on children is to make them into good adults. After all, nobody likes a spoiled child or an adult narcissist.