Let him eat whoopie pies

It is springtime, after all. And springtime brings new things: french fries, skiing, apple juice with soda bubbles, elevators, hotel hallways, flirty waitresses, running, big-boy longjohns and see-through stairs. Who needs toys when the world is so terrific?

We tickle and chase, peek and boo. He requires less attachment but more diplomacy, having learned the meaning and application of Being Irate, Denying Permission and Listening Selectively. In protest (usually upon removal from Fun), he is now more rigid, more limp and more ear-splitting.

It still cracks us up, the force of his drama. How is it possible, in a realm dominated by explainable physics, that his weight triples during extrication? Toddler magic.