So, yesterday I came home from work with a busted lip. That's right, working with toddlers can be much more extreme than you might think. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of an angry 2 yr old.
Side note, in case you were wondering, I do not have a picture of this war wound because the swelling has gone down and the bleeding is on the inside, so there's really nothing to see anymore. You'll just have to take my word for it.
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3 days ago
4 comments:
This is very very wise. "Never underestimate the power of an angry two year old." There are probably many corollaries to that. Something like "Never enter a battle with a two year old that you do not intend to win."
(As a side note, almost everything that is true of 2 year olds is also true of teenagers! Both the challenge and the charm!)
Well said, dear sister. For one without teenagers (or 2-year olds) in the house, your memory is intact!
Hmm . . . I am not jack. He never comments. I am Aunt Nancy (above and in this comment.) I have no idea why my computer is calling me jack today. This is weird. My cyber identify has been stolen somehow!
good grief!
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