The best and worst

The best part is seeing my Son enjoying himself in life, building with lego, racing cars and trucks, reading alone or with anyone who’s willing. He is so intelligent and imaginative, so loving toward his mom and polite to his teachers.

But those same teachers called on Friday to say he’s acting up- pulling hair and pushing. And that’s the worst part because while it may just be “terrible two” stuff, I fear having a second baby in the house is actually the cause.