I will scream if you cut my apple in pieces. And don't even try to hand me a banana that you've accidently broken.
I will scream. As loud as I can. Until even my ears ring a little.
I will laugh soon after, because I'm so stinking cute.
I'll tell you I've pooped. But I won't want you to help me clean up. Or go on the toilet.
I will want what I want, when I want it, and then some.
I don't like stripes. Only shirts with basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls, or footballs. Thank you very much.
Unless I want stripes.
I'll throw toys. Right at my sister's head. If I'm so inclined.
Then I'll be mad at YOU for the time out.
I will drink juice.
Unless I want water or milk. Right now!
I am two.
I will also say things like, "I love woo."
And sing my ABC's in the cutest twang you've ever heard.
I'll tell you when things are too girly. Because I'm ALL boy.
I'll melt your heart into puddles with just a sideways glance.
I'll play with my trains, my cars, and run around outside.
But will also beg my sister to play barbies and draw.
I am creative and beautiful and smart.
I am two.