“Is he teething?” she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were in the elevator heading up to our apartment after running two quick errands. My son was crying – again<\/strong>. Every day after we get home, he does this thing where he wants to pretend to drive the car. And then he wants to run around the parking lot like a wild horse in an open field.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wrangled him, walked inside, and got on the elevator.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And he was crying his eyes out in a full-on meltdown. The woman with us in the elevator repeated, “Is he teething? You must be getting some teeth there, huh?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n I can’t keep track of how many times I get this question. When it happens, I think, Here we go again.<\/em> But instead, I say, “No, he’s just two.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n “Oh, the terrible twos! I remember those days,” she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The conversation feels like the movie Groundhog Day<\/em>. It’s the same thing every day, just with a different stranger each time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bonus:<\/strong> As a bonus for joining my weekly newsletter, get a free cheat sheet<\/a> of five simple ways to survive your child’s next tantrum – plus five things not<\/em> to do.<\/p>\n\n\n