Today is the second, which is the perfect day to write about age two. And, lucky you, I’ve got a couple of stories!
I am two years and five months older than my younger sister. For most of our lives, we’ve fought like cats and dogs, although we do seem to get along better now that we don’t live under the same roof. I’m glad, because we’re all each other has left of our immediate family (by which I do not mean the families we’ve created for ourselves with our husbands, both of whom we love very much).
I digress. I do that a lot. Anyway, rumor has it that once upon a time, like say, before she could walk and/or talk, my sister and I actually got along pretty well. Turns out I was a helpful little stinker. Too helpful, even. See, we had this grate in our hallway floor upstairs for the furnace vent and apparently I liked to help change my sister’s diapers at the tender age of two and a half, whether she needed a diaper change or not. Being a wee lass, I was not exactly up-to-speed on the proper diaper disposal techniques, so I lifted the grate and chucked them down the vent.
Cricket is now a very helpful, sometimes too helpful, toddler of two. He enjoys helping me change Thumper’s diapers, though he and Thumper are closer in age than my sister and I. Thank goodness, though, that Cricket hasn’t yet taken it into his head to change Thumper’s diapers by himself – I have a hard enough time convincing him to keep his own diaper on during naps and at night. For some reason, he thinks he’s old enough to go commando. A couple of times, it’s resulted in a very large, very smelly mess in their bedroom. It even led to a failed attempt at potty training. I swear my kids are plotting to drive me loony. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wait, I take that back. I would change one thing. I’d be a lotto winner – then I could afford the diapers.
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
I went with funny stories today, too. Something about age two…I like the ways your stories map right into the present with your own children.
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Thank you! My kids have provided me with many funny stories over the years, and I’m sure I provided my parents with more than a few, although only a few come to mind. I’d love to ask them for more, but sadly, they’re both gone now.
The twos are really something, aren’t they? 🙂
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Great story about tossing the diaper down the grate! And I love the way you talk about your kids at the same age..
You know, I’ve been experiencing a huge increase of traffic, too. I wonder if the other participants in this challenge are finding that as well? (Maybe they don’t check every day, like I, and apparently you, too, do?)
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Cricket and Thumper are two and one respectively, so they’ve made it easy to share stories about those two ages in particular. It’s kind of fun to see how similar they are to the way I was as a kid because honestly, I hadn’t thought much about it yet. My older two are another story, but they’ve had more time to remind me of myself at a younger age.
You’re having more traffic, too? That’s interesting. Maybe this challenge has really piqued people’s interest. It is, after all, quite fun, even if we are only two days into it. 🙂
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Witty and fun! Great read!
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Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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I love that story about you throwing the diapers down the vent!!!!
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I was a helpful little tyke. Once in middle school, my dad had the heating system professionally cleaned. They came in with a machine that was essentially a giant vacuum and sucked a bunch of crap out of it. I used to joke about them sucking out a load of dirty diapers because, as I learned some years back, wet diapers don’t burn. 😉
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