I am a monster. And I don't mean the cookie loving kind, though I do love cookies.
It seems I'm in the throws of the terrible twos: I whine, I talk back, I scream, I throw things.
Momma and daddy swear they still love me but I think I'm lucky I'm so cute. Because well, I'm pretty adorable.
I'm not all bad. I love kisses and hugs and cuddling. I read stories with momma and use her legs as a road for my cars.
But I am pretty angry these days.
