Terrific Twos

I once read that it is not fair to get angry over something your child does if it is fact your own fault for having allowed the possibility to be fulfilled. I soooooooooo need to keep this in mind now that the Young Prince is two. This did start well before two, as in the time when he flooded the entire kitchen. And when he vaselined his entire changing table, hair and floor in his room. Today, in the minute-and-a-half it took me to wash out the poopie diaper downstairs and throw it into the bucket and get back upstairs, he managed to open and dump the entire $%^&*^*@ bottle of bubble bath (Whole Paycheck EXPENSIVE no additives no fragrance all natural bubble bath, I might add, specially formulated for my children's seemingly extra-sensitive skin) into the bathtub.

Okay, I left it out and in his reach, so it is all my fault, really, for permitting him the opportunity to further expand his world exploration activities. That does NOT halt the flow of explitives, however, that my mouth automatically seems to emit when events of this nature occur under my supervision.

Sigh. I am so tired. He is such a good boy, really...he is just such a boy.