Our little brat Eric has turned 2 today.

He concluded a day filled with excitement with the following observations:

I want a real dog. I want another allowance. I want a real duck. I want a big pig. I want a toy horse. I want a farm.
I am going to sleep. Good night. Juimiin, come here. Eric is sleeping. (“What’s Juimiin doing?”) Juimiin is happy. (… then something about babies who cannot speak, and on and on and on …)

Addendum the next day, after a brief jaunt in our airplane to the warplane museum in Hamilton:

What aaaaa day! I like x-ray romeo papa.