We bypassed terrible twos but DS will be three next week and has suddenly morphed into a whiny stubborn little brat.
Lying on floor, stamping feet, hitting. Vile, just vile. Possibly the hot weather has not helped but I could have quite cheerfully left him sat outside my front door today with a sign around his neck saying 'free to a good home.' Or actually to any home at all.
It makes me feel bad that on days like today I really don't like him much.