The notion of the "terrible 2s" is silly. Two-year-olds are fabulous. I genuinely love them. I enjoy the language acquisition the most. But I like watching their increased dexterity, mobility, and coordination. And this is when the modus operandi of their individual personalities start to reveal themselves. It is my opinion that toddlers are simply wonderful.
But my oh my does my Mason have a temper. He always has. And it's been a bit amplified as a 2-year-old. I'm glad this happened to me on my second child. It would have devastated the mother I was back in the days of Cooper. My confidence has given me much needed perspective as it relates to crying and tantrums in public. Which is to say, I can handle it with little to no embarrassment. As long as I'm not in a hurry, it's just funny. Oh, and I take pictures.
The markers of a Mason tantrum are:
1. Find a good ledge, corner or wall (in this case the lip of a filthy, public park's department-issued garbage can) and pout.
2. If that doesn't produce the desired result he cautiously plants himself in a desperate looking pose on the ground.
I did say cautiously because he's obviously not stupid. He doesn't let the impulse of his anger overshadow the knowledge of what it feels like to fall and flail on the ground. Very wise.