When I was growing up, my aunt used to babysit. She watched a little boy who had the same name as my cousin, right down to the middle name, so my cousin became Big D. and the boy my aunt watched became Little D. That kid is now in his early twenties and, last I saw him, taller than me, but he’ll always be Little D. to me.
Anyway, my aunt watched this kid when he was a toddler, and I remember her talking about the terrible twos and the troublesome threes. I didn’t really understand what she meant at the time and since I was a kid myself, I didn’t really care, either. Now, though, I know exactly what she meant and boy, do I care! As I recall, Tomcat’s twos weren’t overly terrible, though Cricket’s twos have thus far fit that bill, but boy, were his threes ever troublesome! I suspect Cricket’s may be the same way, but I’m hoping they won’t.
When Tomcat was three, our lives were in a state of upheaval.