Terrible Twos

I have never really had a child that went through the terrible twos. It has always been my favorite age. Learning to talk, play and explore. Makai has brought a whole new meaning to the phrase, however. Just today I have found him eating toothpaste on the bathroom counter, shoving puzzle pieces down the heat vent and trying to cut himself a piece of bread with my giant bread knife. He is fiercely independent and stubborn. He is two going on twenty. I just hope we both survive this phase. If he wasn't so darn cute I might have given him away long ago.