it was the best of times too...

What can you say when your golden-haired two-year old, who has just ridden beautifully in the stroller all the way to the market, walked around the store without picking up, eating, or throwing any fruits or vegetables, and then ridden home without a complaint, squats down to peer under the stroller at the groceries, picks up a fat little piece of ginger, looks at it thoughtfully and then says to himself, "It yooks yike a hippo"?