2nd Birthday

Madam is going to have her 2nd birthday next week. She truly is a joy, but the terrible two’s are beckoning. The boy has devised his own way of dealing with any hissy fit, he just shouts “oh [her name], stop it”, and stands over her like a boxing referee hovering over a knockout. I just stand back, wait till she pauses for breath, pass her her security blanket and pretend to be so shocked that the whites of my eyes are shown and my eyebrows suffer from vertigo. So far this is working, but, there will come a time, probably in public that I wont be able to perform meltdown magic!