Today, I have an essay posted at Ye Olde Babble, which is what I’ve decided Babble.com (a parenting website) would be called if it were a Renaissance Festival booth selling roasted turkey legs and corn on the cob.
It’s called, “Why being a toddler is hard.” Here’s an excerpt: “Before I had children, when I’d go to the grocery store and see a little kid in the cereal aisle screaming and crying, I’d shake my head. Why was it that every time I saw a toddler, he or she was throwing some kind of fit? What could be so difficult about spending the day playing, napping and eating?

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You can click on the excerpt and get whisked away to the Babble site to read the rest of the essay, if the suspense is now killing you. But, if you don’t feel like it, here’s a link to a thrilling Wikipedia entry on fruit flies. I’ll let you make the call.

Today, I have an essay posted at Ye Olde Babble, which is what I’ve decided Babble.com (a parenting website) would be called if it were a Renaissance Festival booth selling roasted turkey legs and corn on the cob.

It’s called, “Why being a toddler is hard.” Here’s an excerpt: “Before I had children, when I’d go to the grocery store and see a little kid in the cereal aisle screaming and crying, I’d shake my head. Why was it that every time I saw a toddler, he or she was throwing some kind of fit? What could be so difficult about spending the day playing, napping and eating?

”

You can click on the excerpt and get whisked away to the Babble site to read the rest of the essay, if the suspense is now killing you. But, if you don’t feel like it, here’s a link to a thrilling Wikipedia entry on fruit flies. I’ll let you make the call.