Terrible two’s my ass.  Whoever coined this phrase (and all of the morons over time who have repeated it) should be caned and thrown into the pits of hell.  I get it, two is when they start to assert dominance and have their own little personalities.  Close to three is when all hell breaks loose and all you can do is duck and cover.  Bossy to the point of absurdity, including shoving and manipulating her parents around like they are toy dolls.  Screaming and crying wildly, and then glancing up all giant-eyes, silent in the eye of her hurricane, she grins and says “I play with crayons.”