I wish I were two years old.

Because then, if I were feeling frustrated and tired I could just pitch a fit, and people would understand that I'm frustrated and tired. Because, hey, I'm two. I could use the potty, and people would give me a high five for doing so. Because a two year old that uses the potty is AWESOME. I could put robots on choo choo trains and choo choo them around the house, and call them "choo choo bobots". I could attack tall people's knees with big hugs, and the big people would sit down and love on me for a bit.

Yeah. It would be great to be two again.