It's Tough to Be Two

It is tough to be two. 

You just learned to walk,

you're just learning to talk,

and now you have to do everything with one hand...

or I suppose you can just use your mouth...

But there is one thing you cannot do with one hand...

See Dora over there?

Still not close enough...

There.  Mommy fixed it.

He calls her his "sweet girl."  It is just too darn cute.

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I should have been paying better attention.  It is my fault really.  When he first picked up Dora and she sang that song, I should have put her right back on the shelf. "Best friends forever you and me, buenos amigos, blah blah blah blah, Let's explore the whole day through, I can't wait to play with you...." Yes, that is when I should have acted. 

But he loved her from that moment. Hugging her to his chest, he could hardly wait to free her from the cardboard box and thirty plastic ties.  So I bought her.

And now EVERYWHERE Andrew goes, she goes.  Everywhere Andrew goes, she sings.  Everywhere we go, people hate us.  There is no on/off switch.  I looked.  I searched.

But Andrew loves her, and she loves him (or so she says).  So that is the most important thing.  Right?

 Maybe one day he will take her in the bathtub with him and she will suddenly lose her voice.  One can hope.