I know, I know. People call them the terrible twos. But they are just plain rotten at this age. They are irrational little devils getting into anything and everything and having a meltdown tantrum ANYTIME you try to get them to stop doing whatever they are doing. I save Ben's life a million times a day when he is about to shove some really sharp object into his eye, but how does he thank me? By screaming his head off when I put him in the car seat and demanding I let him hold my coffee cup for the next two miles. I want my money back.