Not MY child!

My sweet, loving, precious baby boy is turning into a toddler....and not in the best ways. He will be 18 months old next Saturday, and I think we have begun to enter what is known as "The Terrible Two's". I see now why they are called "terrible". Not so much for the child...but for the parents. Mason and I had our first "experience" with an all out, full blown screaming fit in the middle of Target yesterday. Needless to say, I took him, grabbed my purse, and left my cart in the middle of the store. Only to realize when I got to the Jeep that I left my keys in the cart...he had been playing with them. So I then took him...screaming...back into Target to get my keys...and of course people were staring as if I was the worst mother on the face of the planet because I couldn't control my child. I feel bad....because I used to be one of those people. One who would stare and say "MY child will NEVER act like that." I have come to realize that I have no control over this. It is his choice how he acts...and at this age, there is not much I can do about it....other than just what I did.