I Wasn’t Smarter Than a Five Year Old

This is Part I of a multi-part post.
Before blogs were commonplace or even the Internet, I was the mother with 'that child'. Yes, the one with the child screaming at the top of her lungs while shopping at Target; the one you looked at in horror when the kid flailed on the ground because she demanded to have every last sweet at the check-out stand. Boy, I wish blogs had existed back in my early parenting days – then I would have known I wasn't the only one who'd spawned a difficult child.