The Terrible Two's -- ALREADY????

Good grief - on the day the kid turns two, the house turned awfully quiet, so I looked around and this is what I found: an empty bag of brown sugar, and a quiet little boy covered from head to toe (along with the entire kitchen floor). As I stood there and watched him, he'd pick up the clumps of sugar, grin, say "Ball!" and throw it across the kitchen, laughing with glee as the "ball" would hit a hard surface and shatter into a million pieces. Let me assure you, this game did not last long! Can the terrible two's really be beginning already??? Oh, the things to come...