Kim Daboo ‘88 owrites about her toddler.

I think he’s been sliding into the terrible twos for a few months now. Telling him “no” still results in exasperating laughter and giggles. One minute he’s nearly angelic and the next he’s pulling my hair, scratching any exposed flesh I might have, and trying to hit me in the head as hard as he can. Sometimes it’s out of frustration at being told he cannot do something but often it’s for no reason I can determine. He also continues to “perform” when I arrive to pick him up at school. Until he sees me he is well-behaved. As soon as he notices I am there he climbs on the table, throws books, and may even push a classmate. I try to turn my back and ignore the behavior entirely (unless it seems like someone is going to be injured). He does not like to perform without an audience.

I know how he feels. Or is this commentary really about EphBlog? Read it again and see for yourself.