Being two means experimenting with bananas, toilet bowls, and your father’s wallet sometimes all at the same time.
Being two means never slowing down enough to eat more than occasional scraps of peanut butter & jellies, bites of hot dog, and sips of strawberry milk but maintaining a well-rounded figure nonetheless.
Being two means falling down flat on your face but then getting back up again about 327 times a day.
Being two means changing your mind… about 327 times a day.
Being two means letting loose with an hysterical, high-pitched, blood-curdling “Go Mama! Goooooooooo Mamaaaaaaaaaaa!” every time your mother stops at a stoplight but then quieting as soon as the vehicle moves again and charming the entire family with an adorable, “Tank-oo, Mama.”
Being two means you are the most exhausting and exasperating and the most delightful and heart-melting member of the family and we wouldn’t have you any other way.
Two is you. We love you, precious girl! Happy Birthday.