My little boy is a charming and cheeky two year old. He’s inquisitive and can be adventurous when
the mood takes him. He occasionally has the standard toddler meltdown, although
I’m grateful these rarely take place in public. So far there’s been very few
throwing himself on the floor, kicking his legs, drawing attention to himself,
and in turn me, incidents.
The main cause for that though is not that he’s a complete
angel or that I’ve got parenting sussed. It’s because there’s a knight in
shining armour or shall we say on wheels? A secure chariot. His pushchair.