I have come to believe that the "terrible twos" have a lot to do with the two-year-molars coming in. Sure, the usual explanations make a lot of sense - frustration at not being able to communicate as well as they'd like, testing limits, the conflict between wanting to be independent and wanting to still be a baby - but think about when you're in pain. All of life's little challenges seem a lot harder to deal with, don't they? Things that you would normally be able to handle just seem totally overwhelming. So that's my theory on the terrible twos - it's the damn teeth.
I believe that women's lib means I can live however I choose - even if that means staying at home, baking cookies from scratch and knitting baby booties all the livelong day. I believe that discriminating against anyone based on their color is racism - even if they're white. I believe that the bad auditions on American Idol are the end result of twenty years of focusing on self esteem - "you are perfect no matter what" - piled on top of a century of growing up consuming music rather than making it together as a family. I believe the children are our future. I believe in miracles. I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.