“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”
It’s picture day. Outside a beaming little light shines bright, angelic face and shining eyes, ready to run and play. Darling and peanut sized, precious smile, all tiny coat and mittens, a two-year-old stands giggling. For a moment her attention is captured; the pine needles must be telling jokes, the leaves whispering wacky quips and jabs – or is this a conspiracy of hoodwinking rascals planning a no-pants, kooky soiree? Soon she’s off for better things, there’s far too much to do today.
Two year olds are lawless. They unabashedly disregard the accepted laws of society – casting off the ages old, tried and true, rules of communal behavior – as if the decreed code were mere trivial pish posh! Their policy of nuttiness – unrestrained hare-brained schemes of pickle tossing, flouncing and carousing without care, explosive zerberts and teehees – rend the day asunder.
Dear two year old, dare I say it, you are no better than a wild drunkard!! Crazy little loony running savage, initiating all sorts of impromptu madcap antics, you are irresistibly off your rocker! Underpants on your head? Eating snacks followed by nap attacks and concerts in your birthday suit on days that aren’t even your birthday! Your jam session boisterous, abiding by no harmonious measure, yet the song sweet and soulful. Like your tune you are one of a kind and the world is yours to tame.
James R. Cecil