Little girls who wear high heels might stay little ... forever.
Preschoolers are nothing more than little criminals-in-training, each poised to move easily from playpen to the state pen.
As much as my 5-year-old son loves playdates, I am ready to throw in the towel. No, it is not the fact that my house looks like a tornado tore through it after the kids leave. My real problem is with ... the mothers!
When I was a kid, I went to nursery school at 4, then kindergarten at 5, and the rest is pretty much a blur. I'd never heard the term "2's program" before -- until a few months ago, and even then I assumed it was some sort of diet involving Activia Yogurt.
What to do? You're flying at 30,000 feet. Your kid is having the mother of all tantrums, and your seatmates are anything but happy. In fact, they ask you to get her under control. The nerve! Our readers weigh in.
Living with a 19-month-old and a 3-year-old is reminding me of my own childhood. I'm taking notes and aspiring to be as cool and carefree as them ... when exactly did overanalysis overtake carefree as one of my key traits, anyway?