Not such a good track record

Let’s just say Hayden has been less than perfect the last twenty-four hours.

Yesterday evening:
Daddy went outside to move the sprinkler and Hayden locked him out of the house. He was finally persuaded to unlock the door and let Daddy in, stinker.

This morning:
He decided it would be a funny little game to hide Daddy’s keys. We both had to work this morning and could not find them anywhere. So daddy had to take mommy’s car and mommy had to hitch a ride!

This morning again:
I get a call at work this morning from the sitter. Apparently Hayden determined the phone would be a fantastic toy and proceeded to dial 911…

This evening:
Our home teachers came by and my very immodest son apparently got sick of his diaper so he took it off, proudly lifted up his shirt and pointed to his manhood with a very delighted squeal.

Do ya think the terrible twos are upon us yet?