Jason at 25 months

The terrible twos in action. He screams, he rants. He pushes chairs all over the house to reach stuff that used to be out of his reach. When I take him out for a walk, he demands a trip to the play fort or the zoo. And pulls me to the car. He still talks to the cats and the dog. When he goes to the zoo, he talks to the mercats, and the miniature goats in the petting zoo. He refuses to be placed in a stroller, he will not sit still in a restaurant, he is Jason. He will watch DJ Otzi sing the Burger Dance, he will listen to Agadoo, a lively song about Hawaii, but he no longer sits still for his ABCs (every now and then I hear him reciting his ABCs to himself). Jason likes to glue his ear to the telephone. I do not know what he is saying, but he speaks to it for hours, and he will find a phone he can reach any time me or his mother pick up a phone. He has a radio control car, which he spent a day playing with, now it deserves about three minutes a day of his attention. He is Jason, a very oppinionated little guy, my son.