It’s been a slow climb to this stage. But I can now safely say we have indeed entered the tantrum-throwing, foot-stomping, paint-eating, baby-poking, cookie-demanding, parent-testing, food-hurling, dog-riding, cat-teasing, diaper-removing, mommy-clinging, independence-asserting, random whining, shrieking, and falling down crying years, or so it would seem.
“Well,” Nate said dryly in response to one of the forementioned behaviors. “Now we know why they call it The Fabulous Twos.”
