his insatiable curiosity that always seems to demand a greater understanding of things is softened by the amazed - almost hushed - way he asks, mama, wass daaaat? and his constant yearning for more becomes laughable at the third uno mas, which should really just mean "one more". but my favorite lately is how a couple of times a day he'll ask, you happy? he does it with the most sincere concern and it sometimes even comes accompanied with a tender little hand on the knee.
you can put the twos (or any "phase" or "season") in the best of light, but the truth is that like most things, it has its pluses and minuses. and on those days when you've been through the ringer, squeezed dry of every drop of patience you possess, there's nothing like hearing a little voice ask you happy? to put things in perspective and maybe even a smile on your face.