Our son, our little white potato of a nearly-three-year old child, is navigating the waters of the 'Terrible Twos' with a reasonable amount of success.
Is he stubborn? Of course. Is he argumentative? Ohhh yes. Does he have tantrums? Sometimes. Is he completely unreasonable? Irrational? Indeed he is; but he's not awful with it for the most part.
The litmus test is how easy he is to live with and on that basis I'd say we're doing alright. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that I think we've gotten away fairly lightly. The days in which he is impossible to deal with are much fewer than the days in which he is a veritable pleasure, not to mention a source of ever-increasing humour, I give you this example:
Following a misjudged comment on my part about the state of his undercarriage he is now of the belief that there are garden worms living in his bum. As this is encouraging frequent trips to the loo to tempt them out, I'm all for this idea. Today I tried to encourage him to take a trip to the loo to do a little push; he screwed up his face in a parody of someone trying to have a gay old dump, made a big 'errrgh' sound and then stuck out his tongue and blew a juicy fat raspberry at me. This rendered me completely helpless; the pair of us just rolled around on the sofa in hysterics while the Frog tried to keep a straight face.
It could be worse round our way.