Right now at PMM HQ Tiny is being feisty. And loud. And a little bit cross. Actually, really cross. On Monday we were at a cafe. A couple moved away from their table, very quickly, with their glasses and cutlery in hand when Tiny started bellowing.
Usually it doesn't worry me. I can ride it out. But that day I got a bit teary and wanted to disappear.
I am hoping that when she turns three in December she'll magically be out of the terrible twos. David Copperfield can be my homeboy if it happens.
But right now, she's acting as the ultimate contraceptive.
