I wrote this in a text editor at 10 A.M. today, but my DSL connection has been nostalgic for the days of 300 baud modems, so I haven't posted it until now. (Even now it's creeping along at a few hundred bytes per second.)

Oh, my gosh, what happened to our beautiful little boy?

Right now, after throwing toys (that's one) and hitting our dog twice (that's two and three) he's in his room screaming at the top of his lungs.

He was the perfect kid (well, mostly) until he got a sister.

Please, is there anyone out there who's lived through this and can tell me that it will end?

Things got better after I wrote that... but not much.