My son, Matthew, didn’t go through the Terrible Twos until he was three.
Category: Terrible Twosdays
Are you a parent going through the Terrible Twos? Did you live through them and survive? Terrible Twosdays is a place to commiserate over the unending shenanigans of your Darling Children (as the online parenting communities say). Nonfiction stories will be considered, so long as names have been changed to protect the guilty. Inspired by our best-selling gift book for parents, Go the Fuck to Sleep, Terrible Twosdays joins the roster of our other online short fiction series. Unlike Mondays Are Murder and Thursdaze, we’re looking for stories with a light and mischievous feel, all about the day-to-day challenges of parenting. As with our other flash fiction series, stories must not exceed 750 words.
My family and I are the only historically black Americans living in our New York City apartment building.
The urge has risen several times to completely flip out at my daughter, who has repeatedly proven the Terrible Twos is an actual phenomenon.
“I think Scarlet is psychic,” I blurted to my partner as we lay in our dark bedroom.
It’s the last day of Family Health Week at my son’s elementary school.
The moment I stepped out of the shower, my six-year-old appeared at the bathroom door.
When my youngest son is one year old, he poops out a rock.
1. Enter filled-to-capacity, shade-deprived, concrete recreational area…
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