Meet Butter, our resident two-year-old.
His favorite activity is dumping things. Water, sand, popcorn, sun lotion, jars of pricey spices, salad dressing, rice milk, liquid soap…if it responds to gravity, he will watch it fall to the ground. Intermediary stops (such as a bucket, bowl, or sink) are tolerable for a few dumps, but then wholly unacceptable surrogates for the Mother of All Dumping Grounds: The Floor.
His idea of cleaning up is shoving things under the couch. He does this without being asked, but when prodded to help clean up he shoves fistfuls of anything he can reach under the nearest furniture.
His favorite place to sit is in gravel.
His favorite place to lie down is in gravel. Second place: sidewalk.
His favorite animal is a cow. He will gladly tell you about the time he was feeding a calf celery and forgot to let go and the calf bit his finger. Gently. But it hurt. But it got better. And now he likes big cows not baby cows.
His favorite color is yellow.
His favorite game is “Where’s Butter?”
His favorite snack is cream cheese. Right out of the tub. Thanks for the whipped organic option, Trader Joe’s, since regular cream cheese is hard to eat with a tiny Green Toys yellow spoon.
The only utensils he’ll use are tiny Green Toys yellow spoons and polka dot handled cheese spreaders.
The only comfort he wants when psychically wounded is draped on his mama with both hands entwined in her hair. Like an orangutan baby.
His favorite word is “no.” His favorite reply is “no.” His favorite shout is “NO!” His favorite question is “No?” And his favorite whisper is “no.”
His favorite outfit is naked. Gloves, hat, and oven mitt are optional.
He likes his food slightly colder than room temperature. Hot’s no good, warm’s no good, fresh from the fridge is no good. Even popsicles are asked to wait until they are two minutes shy of a puddle.
His favorite number is TWO!
Everything is two.
And now he is, too.
Happy birthday, you crazy delicious goofball love bug.