I have a 3-year-old, which means I spend half my life trying not to lose my sh*t. The whole “terrible twos” thing is bogus. The terrible twos are a basket of kittens compared to what moms face once their offspring become threenagers. Three-year-olds provide a terrifying glimpse of what’s to come during those hormonal, impulsive, irrational teenage years—which is why threenager is the most appropriate nickname ever.…
