to be able to say, "he's two" is jarring when it falls upon my own ears. but he is so very, very two.
true to the rumor, two year olds bring madness and delight wherever they go. they are enchanting angels sprinkling fairy dust and filling your heart to the brim one moment and quickly they morph into gremlins who, without question, need to eat all 10 popsicles at one time before their entire world implodes.
goodness, how we love ours.