I’m discovering that the term “terrible twos” is a sick joke someone started a long time ago. Somewhere, someone is having a good laugh as they watch moms reassure themselves that “once he hits three, things will get better.” Looking back at the past year with the oldest gremlin, I’ve discovered two was a walk in the park. Don’t get me wrong. Three has brought its fair share of fun milestones, a burst of interesting vocabulary, and countless other entertaining moments, but it has not been the sunshine and lollipop marathon that ambiguous “they” promised. Fortunately, “E” has taken a strong liking to lollipops, which have become the new favorite incentive. Yesterday, he earned enough gold stars on his chart that a lollipop appeared, as if from heaven. The look on his face was priceless…the behavior that followed, even more so. It was as if the lollipop had cast a spell on the boy, making it impossible for him to misbehave, even for a moment. If my checking account starts dwindling, you’ll know where I’ve invested my money.