You were lucky-extremely lucky! My daughter was an absolute fireball. Whether I was up to the task of managing her or not is open to debate, but there are 2 things I can claim without fear of contradiction. At the time, I possessed both the metabolism and reflexes to thwart the bulk of her criminal tendencies while in my presence, and secondly, I can pick “Satan’s favorites” from any assembled crowd of kids at a glance. The one truly effective potion summoning the demon in my kid was sugar. And her craving for it as well as her determination in acquiring it were without limit. As a result, the kid wasn’t allowed as much as a frosted flake inside the house, though fruit was dispensed in doses like methadone. The only time treats like ice cream and cookies were acceptable were in environments like trips to parks or playgrounds where she was allowed to run “free from the leash”. She did improve as she aged, and at the onset of puberty turned into a virtual slug to my horror and amazement. This too turned out to be a matter of diet, and I came to understand that both her and her mother would suffer mood swings bordering on psychosis if not properly fed.