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I am 2 years old. I am a small voice in a big world. I am a tiny person surrounded by big people. I rely on them for virtually everything. Sometimes this can be deeply frustrating. Forget what the scientists say - I am the centre of the universe and have been known to throw all my toys out of the cot just because I can. I have my own, somewhat unreliable centre of gravity and often move too fast for my own legs.
When I say, through grumpy tears "I'm not tired" it is often misconstrued as proof it is time for bed. In fact I am just beginning to limber up for a tantrum. (I am seriously thinking of giving them up. The last time I threw a tantrum my father lay down in the supermarket aisle and had one as well. I was so embarrassed! I will try sulking next time.)
Big people please note: You are taller and much stronger than us. What might seem like a small hit, shove or push can really hurt us. Aggression makes us scared and afraid. We get confused when adults bash us or each other, then profess that this is love. We may struggle with tasks like doing up our shoe laces but we are not stupid. We do know what love is and hitting is not love.
The big people talk about a thing called Politix. It has something to do with a bunch of grown-ups braying, jeering and calling each other names in a big house called Parliament. I have seen it on TV. We get told off if we behave like that in the sandpit. How come they can get away with it? I would make the shouty ones stand in the corner until they had learned some manners.
