So true. Also, if a 2 year old makes a mistake, then poos and wets themselves, they're so sweet and loveable, that you don't feel the slightest bit irritated, and they're so cute.
"Cuteness" was never in my vocabulary, caring for John, when he did the same sort of thing.
I acquired patience levels that I never knew existed, and had to prioritise battle-fighting to preserve my own sanity. For years I corrected him when he said "Is it Thursday?" - for some reason this was his favourite phrase - because I thought that if I corrected him, it would help keep the AD from getting worse.
Once I started saying "yes", whatever day of the week it was, it stopped me getting wound-up and agitated, and pleased him, because he wanted to be right. I believe "exasperated" describes my caring moods for a lot of the time, especially in the middle years, but, as I've said before, as time goes on, you have to choose which battles are worth fighting.
Lots of cyber-hugs to all you carers out there.