You thought the Terrible Twos were bad – wait until you meet your Threenager

Peeling the banana carefully, I walked into the living room and handed it over to my three-year-old daughter, Immy.

‘There you go, sweetheart,’ I smiled at her fondly. But my face fell as she took one look at the piece of fruit and burst into loud, hysterical tears.

‘What’s the matter?’ I asked her,…