Tots Gone wild
Since he’s turned two and a half, my son William has gone from being an angelic child whose temperament matches his looks—all smiles and big blue eyes—to a monster. It’s scary. He’s become a scowling little thing, covered in blackmail-begotten chocolate while clutching random items stolen from my handbag. I love my son, but he rules our (toy-strewn) home like a mini emperor, yelling for biscuits and turning into a immovable plank when it’s time for bed. The other day, when I was trying to clean his teeth, William looked up and said glumly, ‘Please shut up, darling.’ I was clearly annoying him as much as he was annoying me. Something needed to change. But I can’t be the only mother struggling to
