Tonight, we have been graced with the presence of a real deal two year old. He has talked about sitting on Santa's lap--despite the fact that he won't go within ten feet of Santa. He requested a smorgasboard snack of cheerwios, marshmewoes, and cookies when he got home from school. He has distictly used the word "mine" repeatedly, including when Ep was putting up the bathtub toys and Kale wasn't done playing with the one being taken from him. He has talked about Santa bringing him a train. He pulled off his diaper in the middle of the hallway and streaked the house. He brought a small tractor to bed with him. He poots and can't contain the ensuing giggle or keep from announcing the poot.
Yep, we have a real two year old folks. There is no telling what tomorrow holds for him!
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