Our Terrorist Toddler

There once was a baby named Remy.

He was sweet, like syrup on a spoon. And laid back to boot.

Nary a cry came from that cuddly lump of baby.

Seemingly overnight, that sugary sweet lump of baby became a toddler.

A biting, climbing, teetering, screaming, sibling harassing terrorist of a toddler.

His mom hides in the corner a lot nowadays.

The end.