When I got to the car and calmed the storm with a few packs of fruit snacks, I thought about what I wanted to say to the woman in the restaurant. She made a few more harmless, but completely nonsensical comments as I carried a now thrashing 40 lb punk out of the crowded restaurant. The oblivious woman was no-doubt reminiscing about her own time in the trenches. My internal dialogue was mostly swear words at this point, but I reacted the way any other decent person would react I laughed politely and flashed her a quick smile. It goes so fast.РІР‚Сњ A woman in her mid-fifties met my gaze. From a small table, just a few feet away, came the voice, РІР‚СљEnjoy every minute, mom. Just as I rose from my chair to carry him out of the restaurant, it happened.

All of this occurred in a matter of seconds. He attempted to climb under the table, throw his utensils on the ground, and smack his sister for no good reason. I canРІР‚в„ўt even remember what precipitated the incident, but for whatever reason, my son was a mess. In the meantime, I have to live with him, and take him places. His brain will eventually mature, and he will outgrow some of the things that make me want to pack my bags and drive until I run out of gas. Like every other toddler on the planet, his frontal lobe is not fully developed, so heРІР‚в„ўs impulsive, and has the emotional stability of a hungry pregnant woman.

To be fair, he has very little control over his impossible three-year-old behavior.

IРІР‚в„ўd like to blame fatigue, hunger or any other excuse you might be willing to buy, but the truth is, he was just being a ridiculous pain in the ass. The other day, I was in a restaurant with my family, when my three-year-old decided to act like a three-year-old.

What does enjoy every sandwich mean