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Pennie Nichols's avatar

I remember the terrible two but didn't hate them as much as the terrible threes. At two, they were testing. At three, they knew better and that pissed me off.

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Diane's avatar

I remember my almost three-year-old doing the flop and writhe in the middle of a department store. Husby and I were trying the massively unproductive 'walk away' technique and went around the corner so he couldn't see us.

An older gentleman came and stood by the writhing boy.

"I guess you'll have to come with me!" he said.

Our son looked up at this stranger and, tears and upsets forgotten, got to his feet and started calling for us.

The man smiled and walked away.

Maybe he did this as a habit for obviously struggling parents. Maybe this was a one-off.

Whichever it was, he deserved a medal.

It's far too late to give him the toddler...

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