There was once in my life, not so long ago, when I was grossly naive on exactly how much attention children needed. I was in late teens and early twenties and eagerly wanted four kids, two girls and two boys to be exact. Then the Almighty blessed me with my first gift, a girl who’s wise well beyond her years. Life was good until she turned three years old and the true manifestation of “toddlerdom” took over our household. We were wholly unprepared for the carnage that ravaged our once blissful non-child life. We swore off having more children, but didn’t really