I was in a Central Park playground one autumn afternoon with two extremely high-energy young sons, when a local dad offered to organize a game with them and other kids in the park.
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.
“Is a tail a private part of an elephant’s body? Is a tail a private part of a mouse’s body? I can see an animal’s tail, so is it not private?”
I am running behind on dinner thanks to a last minute work emergency and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the interstate . . .
“Suzy, did Lucas have Lucky Charms again for breakfast?”
Reading is fundamental. It is also free at the public library, making it the activity of choice for mothers of young children everywhere . . .
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .