Connor is two years and a few months.
He's saying three word sentences all the time: "More water, Mommy." Handing me the remote with "Watch Fwozen pweeze." "Xanner [or Awi] hit me."
Along with the exploding language comes with the other part of the two's.
The bedtime drama. The screaming, the crying, the calling for the other parent to save him.
All part and parcel, right?
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