Well, the bad news is our baby has grown up. The good news is that I'll never again be the mother to a two year old! Does that mean that I'll never see this face again?
(this is known as the "my mean mommy won't let me have a third cookie" face) I'm not counting on it--I'm sure mommies are just as mean to three year olds) But I won't be able to blame it on the "terrible twos" anymore.
Paul woke up yesterday morning and asked "Am I still three?" I said yes. He then asked "When am I going to be two again?" Apparently he thought that he'd be turning three on his birthday, and then would be going right back to being two.
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