He is well and truly a threenager. Tantrums are a daily occurrence. Sometimes hourly. I’m waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel but I’m not going to hold my breath. On the other hand, he can be lovely, he can be so sweet and affectionate. But he is like a hormonal, pregnant woman sometimes, I’m always waiting for the other penny to drop. One minute he’ll be cuddling me and patting my head and the next he’ll be yelling at me, ‘I not love you anymore! You a poo bum! (insert angry raspberry)’.