All blame, no credit! But perhaps this is a me problem, and other people have no trouble taking credit. Anyway, this weekend we endured tantrums about such things as “being given the snack that was requested.” It’s hard to be 2.5 years old, but it ain’t easy being 37 either, kiddo.

There’s a reason they call it the terrible twos - even though it can start before two and last several years. And it’s not necessarily a reflection on parenting skills: two year olds are monsters because they are intelligent and trying to take on the world on their own, which is good, actually.

Oh god. Last Thursday the creating over milk. Milk that was requested! But it was the wrong milk. Milk from my glass? No. Milk from the carton? No. The milk I had just drunk, in fact, was the correct milk...