So I’ve been trying to set up playdates for Tornado E, so that he doesn’t maul children and get into their faces when they just want him to take a step back and give them a little breathing room. Last week I succeeded in securing a meeting at a park with a mother of the twins Tornado E likes so much. When I told Tornado E he had to get ready to go to the park and meet his friends, he let out a high pitch squeal, which probably took off a year of my hearing, and ran off to get ready.
My question is: When did my four-year-old little boy turn into a teenage girl?
