Dear Youngest Child,
I totally get that you’re two years old, and you’re exploring your independence.
I know that ‘I do it!’ is your favourite phrase, and fully accept that many, MANY more hours will pass slowly by as I wait for you to either work out how to do something, or admit that you do still need a little help from Mummy.
I understand that you’re pushing boundaries as you grow and learn, and the frustration of not being able to fully express yourself sometimes results in a tantrum. Just as I know these meltdowns are most likely to happen at the end of the day, when you’re tired, and I’m trying to get you to bed.
I accept that sometimes I just have to leave you, until the fury burns out, and sleep takes over – wherever you may be situated at the time.
But what I don’t get is… what the heck is with the hat?!?