Kady has officially hit the traumatic three's. One minute she's hyper, and the next, she's showing a lot of maturity. One minute she's inconsolable, and the next, she's reasoning very well for a toddler. Last night, she raced circles through the house. I caught her and accused her of being a monkey. She denied this, saying, "Mama, I don't have a tail!" I'm pretty sure that could be the only difference at this point. . .oh, except for that whole flinging poo thing. She hasn't done that. . .yet. Although, now that I think about it, she did fling the remote control last night. . .