I have become that mother who screams, “GO OUTSIDE!” about ten times a day.
It is a crying shame North Carolina isn’t big on basements. Another mental note for the house we build one day. I will make sure it has a big basement, which is padded, and filled with things I do not care about. I will turn a blind eye when “fight club” develops down there, making sure not to burn the muffins I have baking in the civilization I have created for myself above.
I have come to the conclusion that my children were too intelligent for the “Terrible Two’s.” Instead of spending nine months to a year of their lives in emotion-driven tantrum frenzy, they feigned innocence while silently observing and storing up all aggression to be distributed in a much more calculated and passive way.
The UnderToad 