For a couple of years after my son turned that magical, yet more reasonable age number 4, I remember looking at him warily every time something didn’t go quite his way. I was waiting fearfully for him to lose his ever-loving mind like he did his entire third year. For awhile, we called …

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I was smugly thinking to myself the other day that our 3 yo was in a pretty awesome place. She had figured out that she liked cracking us up,   she was being just enough of a smart ass that it was cute, and she was still saying things like, “I wuv you, Mommy.” Adorable. …

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