On June 1st life as we know changed, it was the day “it” entered our house and no matter how hard I try I can not get it to leave!!
I’m talking about the terrible two’s, on June 1st someone flipped a switch and turn my angelic little man into a demonic planker *no it’s not rhyming slang for another word, he really is a planker*
Ok it’s not that bad he’s generally ok but meal times in our house now could quite possibly be used to put girls off teenage pregnancy.
“LPV come and have some nummies” cue the planking, it reminds me of my sisters spaniel, when you want her to go out and she doesn’t want to move she lies down with her legs in the air so you can move her!
The strong sensible parents have turned into weak, pleading, bargaining wrecks! Shadows of our former parenting self and negotiate with an almost 2 year old politician *representing the Ice cream party*. How many spoonfuls is a acceptable amount before the mini magnum makes an appearance!
Damn you terrible two’s!!!!