
That's right. TWO. Don't make me throw a tantrum to prove it. I'm going to count to three and when I finish I want you to give me my way. OK? One, two, three. Just kidding. I'm a nice two-year-old. I almost never cause any trouble, as long as I get exactly what I want.
I had a great birthday. TWO grammas were there and they brought me some neat stuff to play with. At lunch time we got to go get french fries with my buddies, Joseph and Jared and then played on the french fry place playground. What a blast! We wore hats and mom won some more french fries!
Later we made birthday cake. I sat at the table where the cake was and said "cake? cake? cake?" but it still took forever until I got to eat some.

But, I did finally get some cake, with ice cream.
And I got some really cool presents, too.

Here's one of my grammas helping me (and my cat) open a present.


Yeah for TWO!