Until about 5:43 pm on Friday, July 29th I believed whole-heartedly that the ‘terrible twos’ were simply an old wives tale designed to scare parents into avoiding future reproduction efforts after having successfully hatching a single offspring. As of 5:44 pm on Friday, July 29th I am a believer. My tiny charge within a matter of minutes went from a bundle of giggles and the occasional limit tester to something that can make me bend time and space to avoid exploding with frustration. This little angel I have snuggled and done the hokey pokey with for 2-years suddenly pours his medicine on the floor and laughs about it and refuses to walk on his own in the middle of a crowded office lobby.

I will concede that he has an ear infection and I pray that his neurosis is temporary and will run its course with the same antibiotics that covered the floor and his new school uniform this morning. In the meantime, Z and I have worked out  intricate code words and hand gestures to use in order to avoid using profanity or throwing our own temper tantrums. If you happen to see us out and we are wildly pulling on our ears, tapping our tummies or jumping on one foot while repeating the word – ‘squirrel ‘ or ‘Primacare’ over and over  – you will know why – just walk on by and we will try and make sure he is down for the night next time you come over 🙂