Two

Oh to be 2. The arguments I resolve these days are plentiful. Most revolve around our 2 year-old princess whose shrieking mines and noes are enough to make any one's head explode. "What is her problem today?" I ask a bewildered, laughing boy again lying on the floor after being shoved and screeched at by a little miss. Seems she does not want her brother on the edge of the bed with her and the oldest, sweetly readying to read a story to the obnoxious twit. She's lying next to her sister, yelling if we move her to the middle of the bed to see the story better and make room for her unfortunate bother denied room on his bed by a half-pint. I ask if Eli can be in the middle and her grinning "peas" allows her brother admittance. What to do with this demanding, opinionated pipsqueak? At least this phase too shall pass...