You know that feeling when you're at the weekly playgroup, trying to keep up with the cheerful chatter about organic snacks and sensory bins, and your kid is literally guarding the only train in the entire room like it's a gold ingot, swatting away every other child who comes within a two-foot radius? And you're just smiling and nodding, feeling this absolute RAGE bubble up because you can’t exactly scream at a two-year-old in front of Mrs. Henderson, whose family has lived here for like, five generations, but also you really just want to *not* have to pretend that everything is just peachy and wonderful when your child is acting like a tiny, possessive goblin, and you're so, so tired? It’s not a big deal but sometimes you just want to… not.