I love two year olds.  For every ounce of frustration they give, they repay you with at least two hilarious moments.

Such as this one.

I had sent Benjamin to his room for Lego battery.  That is, he was beating the Legos.

When the timer went off, I went in to get him.

He didn’t even look at me.  As soon as I opened the door, he came strolling out.

His nose in a Bible.

(One of those little Gideon Bibles.  Just his size.)

I didn’t even ask if he’d learned his lesson.