My Terrible Two Year Old
Pretty, please.This is the constant phrase I have heard all week. My little Levi is the master of the pretty, please. He will be mid kicking and screaming tantrum, stand up calm as ever, and say pretty, please. Of course he expects me to do whatever he has been freaking out over. What does he have to tantrum over you ask? Oh anything from a lost shoe to a lady bug flying the wrong way... Seriously, that actually happened. He has officially reached the terrible twos. I hoped and prayed this day would never come, but boy has it. If it's teaching me one thing, it's the fact that this boy doesn't lack drama one bit. Here is a video from last year. He had just turned two and was a little irritated with us for taking his puggy.