While I'm fully prepared for whatever "the terrible twos" means for the kid, we had an entirely civilized father-daughter outing this past weekend, which is a far cry from some of our experiences past. She did largely as she was asked, where I mean things like not running around in the parking lot, not jumping into puddles, not climbing into the faux tide pool with the starfish. (The first stop on our father-daughter day out was the Seattle Aquarium, which was both overly crowded and just OK. I was spoiled by visiting the Shedd regularly in Chicago.) The kid's tour de force for the day, however, was sitting through an entire meal. Without being belted to her chair.
It was a great experience to just sit and have a conversation, albeit about whether or not bumblebees bite and what color lights are on top of police cars and fire engines.