I don't even know what to call this post

You know those things you just need to vent about? The things that you have to get off your chest or they will nag at you until you go crazy? The things that you see or hear that must be repeated to someone else? This morning was pretty much the 10,000 pound weight that broke my poor camel's back, and I just need to vent about it!
Let's start at the beginning (a very good place to start, no?). First, let me say that Jackson is not a horrible kid. He is pretty happy most of the time, he is amazingly good at entertaining himself, and he is a fast learner. He is also two. Having a two year old is kind of like carrying around a ticking time bomb, and no one knows when it will detonate. There you are, minding your own business, having a lovely shopping trip and suddenly, BOOM! The bomb goes off and you are left standing in the middle of the rubble with everyone staring at you. What I'm trying to say is, Jackson is going through a bit of a phase. A phase where every time he doesn't like something I say, do, ask him to do, ask him not to do, or even if he wants to do what I suggest, he screams "NOOOOOO!" at the loudest decibel his little voice is capable of. As you can imagine, my patience with the little spit-fire is wearing thin. I have received much advice on what to try with him to make this phase pass as quickly and quietly as possible, but so far nothing I have tried has been successful.
On to today. Like most mornings, I took the kids to the gym. They love it there. The people are amazing, there are kids and toys to play with, and they don't even notice I am gone. Whenever I return, Jackson is always a little sad to leave, but he usually comes along willingly after a bit of threatening coaxing. Well, today he, apparently did not want to leave, and decided to bust out the big guns to make his wishes known. I was bending down helping him clean up the toys he was playing with, when KA-BLAMMY! Off went the bomb. And this was no little stick of dynamite. Think more "Hiroshima." The sounds coming out of my little boy's mouth were so loud and ear-piercing, I bet every dog on the block was writhing in pain. What could I do? I was surrounded by day-care workers and other parents. I abandoned my attempt at cleaning, picked up Carter, and tried to rush Jackson out of there as quickly as possible. All the while he was screaming, "NOOOOO!" at the top of his lungs. Now, for the best part. One of the witnesses to my horribly embarrassing parenting moment was a man picking up his little girl (she looked to be about 5 or 6). As we are walking down the hall he turns to her and I hear him say (not quietly, mind you), "Wow, there are some really naughty kids here. I'm glad you never scream like that. I would never allow that. That is really bad." Seriously, dude? You think I'm enjoying listening to my child scream at me like I'm some stranger trying to kidnap him? You think I "allow" him to do this? Plus, your kid is about 3 years older than he is! I sure hope he won't be acting like this when he's 5 or we have some big problems. Anyway, that comment from Mr. Parent-of-the-Year made me feel like I was about 2 inches tall. As if the screaming alone wasn't bad enough, I had to hear from a complete stranger that I am a horrible parent with a wild monkey for a child.
To sum it up, all of Jackson's toys are now locked in his closet for the remainder of the day. He has been oddly helpful and sweet since his toys have gone missing, so I am hoping that this punishment will stick in his little brain. Any other suggestions about how to publicly discipline a child without being arrested would be more than welcome. At this point, I'm willing to try just about anything! And, to the man who made the lovely comment: Thank you for making an already horrifying experience a little bit worse. Aren't you just a ray of sunshine? Jerk.
Now, I am going to eat a huge bowl of ice cream and totally negate my work out.