My son is everything about being two all at once.
He’s an angel and a tyrant. A monster and a savior. He’s a limit tester and a routine lover.
His face is a constant map of his emotional life: mischevious grins, wide-mouthed belly laughs, drooling sobs, outraged wails.
He is a sponge of words and new wants and worries. From one day to the next his words expand into phrases, then sentences, and then songs and sayings.
He’s a lover of trains, trucks, trash, books, balls, climbing, sorting, singing, raking, rocks, dogs, dirt, dandelions, leaves, olives, and avacados.
He’s all two. Every second.
What was your kid like at two?