They finally say,”Mommy I love you.”
You hand them something and they say,”Tank you mommy.”
They can’t tear their eyes away from the train at the Botanical Gardens.
They literally hop up and down showing you how much energy they have.
They copy their daddy’s humor.
They ask if the man next door is going to “CUT THE GRASS” every single day.
And when you rock them at nap time, they look you in the eyes and say, “Pway” which you slowly realize means “pray”.
that’s why I love my 2 year old boy.