circus act

At two years and nearly four months, Garrett is a full-fledged, certifiable terrible two-year-old. He is into everything and is tornado-like in his ability to tear the house completely apart in a matter of minutes. He is loud and full of boundless (and boisterous) energy. And he can throw a royal tantrum right alongside the best of them. His stubborn nature sometimes makes me feel like I'm attempting to discipline a brick wall, and his mood swings make a pregnant woman's raging hormones look mild in comparison. At the end of a relatively calm day spent with him, my nerves are completely shot, and all I want to do with him is tuck him tightly into bed, close the door, and revel in the next ten Garrett-free hours. There are other days, though, his charmingly sweet and silly sides notwithstanding, that I wish I could pack up my wild thing and send him to the circus. Do you think they'd take him?