At 3am, our 3-year-old was walking down the hallway yelling for an ice pop. Luckily for him, mom was the one to get up first (… no surprise there). When she convinced him he couldn’t have one, he stated he wanted oatmeal for breakfast and went back to bed. Which leads to Why Having A Toddler is Like Being at a Frat Party, which comparison is as surprisingly spot-on as it is funny, to include the ever-increasing number of contributions at the end of the blog …
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