So far today, the Hatchling has:
1. Pushed one of her friends at playgroup;
2. Thrown sand in the face of another friend;
3. Pitched fits about various trivial things;
4. Peed through her pull-up and all over Mr. Squab’s recliner (the fourth such incident in two days).
I think the age of three is trying to kill me, y’all.
