Ruth is two years old. She doesn't act two years old all the time, but she is a two year old. One way it is true, is when I try to leave for work. She doesn't want me to leave. I have to detach her from my neck or legs and pass her off to Mary. If I don't give her to someone else, she runs out the door after me.
It is all about being a two year old around here.
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