The Terrible Twos

I just love it when I have no stress to report-- just normal, 

run of the mill, crazy life stuff.

 Greer serenaded Kean before bed tonight.

 Kean had his little therapy school today.

 They said he did great up until the last 30 minutes.

 Apparently, they were learning body parts (arms, legs, nose, ears)

and to do so, they were giving their baby dolls a bath in a small

plastic tub.

Kean had a fit he couldn't "take a bath"

and refused to participate for the next half hour.

I'm shaking my head, thinking I've got one wild tiger on my hands.

Meanwhile, his therapist is telling me that's typical of his

developmental age.

Nothing like living those terrible twos with a five year old.