Surviving Mitchell’s Terrible Twos: Extended

Hey grown-ups. Let me tell you something - being a big brother is HARD WORK.

Today, Mitchell is NOT having a good day. And when Mitchell’s not having a good day, NOBODY is having a good day. I’m 4 now, which basically makes me an expert on how things should work, but Mitchell? He didn’t get the memo.

This morning started with Mitchell throwing his entire breakfast on the floor. Not just a little bit. THE ENTIRE PLATE. Cheerios everywhere. And when Trevor tried to clean it up? Screaming. Not normal screaming. I’m talking WORLD-ENDING screaming.

I tried to help. I really did. I said, “Mitchell, it’s okay!” But in Mitchell-language, that apparently means “PLEASE SCREAM LOUDER AND THROW MORE THINGS.”

My toys are not safe. NOTHING IS SAFE.

At one point, he wanted his blue truck. But when Trevor gave him the blue truck? NOPE. Suddenly the blue truck was the WORST THING EVER. More screaming. More drama.

I’m starting to think Mitchell has a future in dramatic theater. Or maybe professional complaining. He’s REALLY good at both.

Trevor looks tired. Like, super tired. The kind of tired where he drinks extra coffee and talks in a voice that’s trying REALLY hard to stay calm.

Being a big brother is supposed to be cool. I’m supposed to teach Mitchell things. Show him how awesome the world is. But right now? I’m just trying to survive.

Pro tip for other big siblings: PROTECT YOUR LEGO COLLECTIONS. Trust me on this.

Wish me luck. Mitchell’s about to start round 47 of today’s meltdown.

Surviving and slightly traumatized,
Wes (Age 4 and a half)