About a year and a half ago, I wrote about my crazy-naughty three-year-old son. I pissed and moaned about the terrible threes and complained that the terrible twos were nothing. Well. About that. It turns out, you can have four kids and know nothing about anything. Because I’m here to tell you that the terrible twos are not only real, they are no joke. I’m navigating this two-year-old like I would a grenade, something that could go off any second and obliterate everything in a two-mile … [Read more...]