So while I can’t claim to having experience your “twos” as “terrible”, there were some hairy moments that drove me to swear (if you need to know where you learnt the sh*t, it was me, probably during tantrum), hide in the bathroom, or wish I had a Hello Kitty hipflask on me.
And here’s something they only tell when your child is two – that there is a stage worse than the terrible twos, and that’s the f*cking threes. I have heard it from various people, and the warning usually comes with sympathy and a dose of “I’m so relieved that stage is over”.
But here’s the thing, since you turned three, things have improved a lot. There’s less whining, and more communication and manners, which probably just comes with age and development, but it’s happened quite quickly. For example:
I waaaaaaaaaaaaaant milk – Peeese can I have more milk
waaaaaaaaaaana window open – Peeese can you open da window I waaaaaaaaaana iPad – Peeeeese can you read me da book
Max, you can’t get another truck.
But I waaaaaaant a twuck! Ah, okaaaay. I wanna wear twuck pyjamas!!!! Twuck pyjamas dirty. Need other pants.
Add to this, it feels like you’re more confident and more sociable. There were times you used to walk around at parties and in social situations with your head down, and carrying your dudu, and that’s okay, but you’re way more sociable.
So that’s where we’re at. And while I write this, you’re “beeseee” putting puzzles together.
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