Dante will be two years old in a couple of weeks. If I told you that I have no idea where these last two years went, would you think I was crazy? Because, honestly, it seems like yesterday I was bringing home this little seven pound lima bean who would hang on to my finger for dear life while nursing. Now, he's this 27 pound giganto-kid who has boycotted kisses and runs away from us. Oh well.
Anyway, Dante's birthday present arrived today and let's just say that if the kid knew how to say "Holy SHIT!", he probably would have said it. Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS is how to make your two year old lose it: