Let's just say I can't read it fast enough to keep up with my crazy two-year old. I really should have read this when he was, 3 months old, able to be swaddled, napped and pooped all day. Then I would have been better prepared in advance for his whirlwind.
This is worse than, cramming before a test in college. None the less, I bravely forge and read on, in the ten seconds of peace that occurs while he's hiding behind the couch, while he's dismantling yet another one of my couch cushions.
Dismantle away, kid. I'm arming myself.
