Two

This is the age that should never surprise me, when:
1) My papers are colored in orange marker
2) The library book has pages CUT out of it
3) He is dry all morning, but I have to change 4 sets of pants and unders during my 45 minute conference call
4) All of the clementines mysterious disappear from the fruit basket
5) Pieces of clementines reappear in the upstairs bedrooms
6) The salad dressing is poured into his drinking cup
7) Boots are clomping around upstairs at 6:30 a.m. . . . followed by the sweet little voice declaring, "Mommy! Me put mine boots on!"

Love it and cringe at the same time. This is definitely more interesting with the older siblings around... so many more opportunities than my older ones had (scissors left out, and unsupervised time while parents are engaged with other children!). And yet all of his sweetness makes up for it.