The terrible twos were non-existent in my house. The terrible threes are going to kill me.
Last night, husband and I were watching tv and Jackson was in the kitchen. After a little bit, I noticed it was very quiet in the kitchen... too quiet.
I walked out there to find that Jackson had dumped all my salt and pepper into tidy little mountains on the counter. I should have taken a picture because it really was a work of art, but I was already irritated from all the whining earlier in the evening, so I sent him to his room and cleaned it up in the calmest manner possible.
I sure hope this phase doesn't last that long.