Now at four her terrorizing instincts are starting to wane as she’s learned to communicate better.
People complain about the “terrible twos”? It’s nothing compared to the “terrorizing threes”.
It’s that crossroads of “I know I’m an individual and not a baby” and “I can’t communicate so I’m really frustrated”.
It’s going to be odd when she heads off to preschool this fall and this little helper isn’t around.
I know her little sister will be a bit lost without her until she gets used to the new schedule.
I also know she’s going to be very busy though, and happy.
Just like she will be all summer.
She’s looking forward to the idea of school.