Whenever other parents ask me how old the wee one is, something odd happens. They smile a wry smile, nod their head and say "Ah yes. Two". And that appears to be the end of the conversation. It's like they know something I don't, and they aren't about to divulge. Now I know why.
When the wee one turned two, it was like someone flipped a switch. My usually chilled out toddler turned into a monster. Don't get me wrong, she's still a happy little girl but some things have totally changed:
1. The word "no" induces tantrums of epic proportions.