My cousin had triplets in her late thirties. The girls were good kids, but the boy ...
Let's just say, he had issues.
I would babysit them from time to time and my cousin told me to "tear their little asses up if they don't mind."
Seemed a little drastic as I didn't beat my own child. but ok.
The girls were fine all day, good as gold; the boy had his "issues"
I took my little mob over to the mother's and after about 15 minutes, she turned to me and said, "What are going to do with that one? And I'll tell you now, they already beat him and it's just making him tough."
I decided to let the kids eat outside for snack time. When the boy came for his snack, I gave it to him and as started for the door I said, "Slow your roll Cochise, you get to have your snack in the living room."
"You can't do that. Kids aren't allowed to sit in the living room."
"We are making an exception especially for you. We even put a special chair right in the middle of the floor, just for you."
I escorted him to my mother's living room and in the middle of the room was a stool from the kitchen counter.
"You sit there. You eat there. And when the other kids finish their snack and are playing, you can watch them from that window."
I left the room. After getting the kids set up on the front porch, I checked back with the boy. He was crying all over his ice cream sandwich.
I had no more problems and he had no more "issues."