Out of all the kids I have, my fourth child, the little girl peanut, is the two-est two-year-old I’ve ever had. She smacks her little brother in the face sometimes if he gets too close and she’s not in the mood for butterfly kisses; her favorite word is “No”; she thinks my laptop, which I frequently use because, uhm, that’s how I make a living, is the enemy, and swats at it if I don’t give her my full, 1000% attention.
Oh…and then there is the toddler tantrums.