oh good.
mine are normal then.
Woe betide you if you flush the toilet for ds2.

He is, in fact, so 2 that I have taught him to say "i am 2" from time to time. Just to remind me. I once told ds1 to "stop behaving like a 2 year old" when he was, umm, 2.

However, even ds2 knows not to move the cars parked on the kitchen floor as per ds1's plan. They have been there for some weeks now.

When we go past the train depot in the car. We used to say trains, look DD, ooohooooh! Now, we have to point, but we cannot say the word 'train' we have to ask her what noise the trains make, but cannot do the noise ourself. it took us a while, and a lot of tantrums to figure exactly what we needed to say and what she wanted to say.

If we do not get it exactly right, every time we drive past it, she howls and howls and gets very very very upset.

Sometimes, we forget, or she does not pay attention and we miss it completely, then she sees we have gone past the trains and its the same as getting it wrong, tantrums for a good 20mins afterwards (we normally pass the depot on route to a major road, meaning we are on a journey so not easy to stop!

When his ice lolly melted. Oh and we can't say the word buggy or he will sit in it in the porch & howl until someone takes him out for a walk.

Ds2 is infuriated by the ending to Mr Strong.

Mr Strong eats lots of eggs, but the 'surprise' at the end of the book is that he has icecream for pudding.

"Nooooo he has EGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

ds2, who will be 3 next month, usually wakes up in a paddy.

Classic random cues include:

Putting the 'wrong' shoe on first ie: putting right one on him first when he wants the left one on first.

The wrong parent doing the seatbelt up which is not rectified by the offending parent unfastening the belt and allowing the correct one to do it, as then, it's 'still wrooooonnngg!!'

again here - the dogs going down stairs first.

giving him the wrong cup.

not letting him wear his black drainpipe cords with a guitar embroidered on the back pocket EVERY DAY even tho they are so filthy they could walk themselves to the machine.

making him sit in a trolley.

it is generally anything and everything at the moment.

My DS (2 1/2) went up to bed screaming and bawling tonight because I wouldn't wash him with a hosepipe and cold water in the back garden. He also had the screaming ab-dabs this afternoon because he'd eaten some blackberries that we'd picked for Daddy - cue ten minutes of frantic pointing at his own mouth and shouting 'Mummy get them OUT!!'

This is a fab post as I'm so glad I'm not alone! Where to start with my dd's tantrums (aged 2).In the past 24 hours:

* Grabbing my sunglasses then blaming me and bursting in tears when she pokes herself in the eye with the arm of them.

* Doing a poo, blaming her newborn baby brother and going beserk when I change her nappy, still maintaining it was him even though there's a stinky pile of evidence in her nappy.

* Screaming at me because the horse we normally say hello to isn't in the field for some reason.

* Going utterly mental every time I even dare to glance over at her newborn baby brother, nevermind actually pick him up.

I swear if I was in court and my toddler was on the jury, she would find me guilty of everything and anything without hesitation!

After a lovely day out with friends and their toddlers, we were all loaded up back in our cars and ready for journey home. Ds (3) who had been fine all day, had a total freakout because one of other mummies cars went in front of us out of the car park gate.

cue "i want to be first out of the CAR PAAAARRKKKKK" screamed at top volume for most of the journey home. I tried explaining, reasoning, tried "we would go first next time" etc etc, and after 40 minutes just turned up the radio really loud! my ears are still ringing.

Why you didn't allow him to go to space??? Just say yes as long as he sorts the rocket out.

oh god this is making me feel so much better...recent tantrums have included:
the one about not being allowed to go into space, in a spaceship.
the one where the dog went downstairs ahead of him. oh, the temerity.
the one where "mummy sing! mummy sing!" and i had to go through the entire repertoire of about 20 songs he knows only to be told in mounting hysteria that all of them were the WRONG one. the right one has yet to be identified. or possibly invented.