I think the beauty and the nightmare of have kids, ages 2 and 4, is that they can drive you into a state of sheer insanity in a matter of minutes and then, right as you are about to snap, as you head to the car to drive to the airport to go “anywhere but here”, they suddenly turn into the sweetest littles angels anyone could imagine. Its madness. Its chaos. Its pleasure and pain almost simultaneously. But always, in those very, very seldom moments, when all in still and quiet, we can’t help but think how precious and perfect they are.