I can’t believe that the Jr. VP is now three years old. I feel like he was born about 4 months ago. Hell, I feel like the AK was born the week before last. Anyway, Happy Birthday Stinkboy. You never really did give us any terrible-twos-type action; if you can make it through the threes without anything similar your dear old Dad would be much obliged.

Here is the lad after refusing to allow his mom to cut some meat off of a teri beef rib for him. This is about as close to the terrible twos as we got: No! I want the bones! He got no argument from me.