Goodbye Terrible Twos!

Today is my last day of being 2.  I’ve heard this year is called “The Terrible Twos”, so I’ve decided to send it out in a similar style to which I’ve lived it…full throttle.

Since the moment I rolled my aggressive behind out of bed this morning, I’ve been a complete nuisance, irrationally naughty, and downright angry.

I’m sure my Mom is thinking this all ends tomorrow…I’ll be 3, after all!
I say, just wait.  The only difference is I’ll be bigger, older, smarter, stronger, and know more words (and not the kind you were hoping I knew).

In a nutshell, take my age of 2, multiply it by 6, subtract 3 then take the square root and you have one of two things…someone with an aching brain from simple math or better yet, ME!

Look out world, I’ve got plans!

Wild, Wild West

I am easily enticed to behave during our frequent trips to the grocery store when the incentive is a ride on the mighty stallion “Sandy”.  For a mere penny, I can enjoy 60 seconds of blissful and imaginative heaven, envisioning the freedom of riding the plains on my trusty steed.

Then the music stops, my Mom puts me back in the cart and I’m sadly brought back to the reality of my non-horse existence.

Someday my Love, someday I will find a way to free you and we can fulfill our dreams of livin’ the good life.  Maybe when I'm 3...