uh-oh, brat at the store

Am I making a huge mistake? B. would happen to choose the day before I quit to act like a real terrible 2-year-old toddler. He thought it was the funniest thing to smack my face in the middle of the grocery store and there was only so mad I could get in front of the Whole Foods produce guy. And it really just hit me (no pun intended) that we’re going into the terrible twos...just in time for me to be home with him. And it won’t be somebody else’s problem, it’s gonna be mine, all mine. Bleh. Suspecting the timing of this might sucks. Should I have waited until he turned three? LOL. Joking, sort of.