I am often told that it’s not babysitting if it’s your own offspring. Apparently, it is called parenting. Temper tantrums make me wonder, though.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with the term parenting, especially when I’m out-and-about with my little cherubs. But doubt sets in when my kids flick a temper tantrum switch and become someone else.

Some days I’m not even sure my kids are really my kids. It’s either that, or they are harbouring more personality states than Sybil. I know what that sounds like, but let me explain:

My little wonderchild would wake up, bat her eyes to clear the sleep away, do a potty trip, play in the living room for ten minutes, then: Bam! She flicks a switch and becomes another person. Tantrum deluxe.