That one

So here is I believe a seldom spoken of dirty little secret that all mothers of two or more children share, and this is it.There is always that one. The one child that you love just as much as your other children but sometimes only because you have to. I generally find it is the third child, and there is probably some deep psychological reason for this but that is for another blogger to deal with.
For us it is our dear boy Tommy. Now I will readily admit that at on time or another all of my children went through what we as parents, so fondly refer to as the terrible twos, as if giving it a cute name makes it easier somehow, But Tommy upped the ante to a degree I was uprepared for. He is relentless, and always knows when I am bluffing. He is of course clever as we are told most difficult children, (though I have had suspicons on ocassion to believe that this is not always true but merely a bone we toss to give hope to desperate parents at thier wits end) but beyond that he is charming, oh so charming. There is something about his smile and the impish gleam in his eyes that gives him the ability to draw you in even as you uncovering his latest assult on your sanity.
I punish him as I would any of my kids and I am glad to say that he does improve, all be it with more resistance, and though there are days that we seem to be in constant battle, and the only time I can enjoy him is while he sleeps he, at least keeps things interesting, though intresting does not seem like the right word somehow.