Terrible Twos.

I don't want to share it's not fair I want to have it all it's my ball. The tiny tot kicks and screams sharing is not fun. Tears a-plenty....sodden cheeks pommeling arms scratch and pinch as tiny legs thump the ground. Drooling lips that sometimes kiss runny nose ... a water hose scowling ...red faced....neck veins taut making mother's already edgy nerves,taut. Time out......does not work Take a nap....a mother's joke? kneel in the corner....come again? he will not stop...come what may. Into your room..now...mother says and walks away with much dismay hoping the iittle boy will quiet down but from below she hears the ugly sounds. In his own time little Wayne emerges from his room and cautiously looks around. I'm all done he says wrapping his arms around his mother's legs. Emotionally exhausted, she strokes his hair and raises her eyes to Heaven and begs for peace and quiet for a little spell. I'll be good the little boy says I'll share my toys with brother Good boy says mother.....it's nice to share but stops short at the sight of a new tear in his eyes a sure sign of another tantrum on its way..