. . . I had a two year old three times. And while I had the two year old, I had a four year old and then with the last two year old, I had a four year old and a seven year old . . .
Youngest one fell down in front of me in the toy store when he was two. He was the one who loved throwing tantrums. Had he been the first born, he would have been an only child . . . kicking his feet, screaming, yelling, . . . to get what he wanted.
And I told him in that toy store that I would try to find his mom . . . and walked off leaving him that in his noisy mess hoping no one would know he was mine . . . and he came and fell down in front of me yet again screaming and hollering . . . and I asked if anyone knew where his mother was . . . to see if they knew it was me.