Ah. The terrible twos. Our baby Will has now grown into a little boy and is living up to the "terrible twos" quite nicely. All before 9 AM he had stolen an insole from my Dad's boot, put a hole in a pair of Jill's underwear and dug up a plant of my Mom's, roots and all. We celebrated with a "Frosty Paws" ice cream treat for him and human treats for us. Happy birthday Will!