George is two. Very two.
Today I stepped out of the living room to attend to a work matter. I heard a thunk. I return to find George sitting on his train table reading a book. A book that minutes earlier had been on the mantle. So he must have climbed onto the train table (which currently blocks the fireplace to keep him from playing in it), stood on his tippy toes, and knocked the book down.
Yesterday George and I went to the outlet mall to shop. I needed to exchange a shirt that he'd been given. Unfortunately, George has a big head and the shirt kept getting stuck when we'd try it on him. I tried the next size up, and it got stuck on his head, too. So we exchanged it for a different shirt that has snaps on the neck. George loves this new shirt (it has a train on it) and upon returning home he carried it around with him and kept trying to put it on over the clothes he was wearing.
After getting the shirt taken care of, we did a little shopping for me. I found great deals, a bunch of mix and match skirts and shirts for under $10 apiece. I only have black dress shoes since my feet grew during pregnancy and I had to give most of my footwear away, and I didn't buy any new shoes last year. The new clothes don't go with black shoes, so I pressed my luck and went to a shoe store while we were out. We entered the shoe store and George recognized the items, yelling out "Shoes! Shoes!" He's never been in a shoe store when we weren't buying for him so, of course, he thought this was another store focused on him. He managed to take off his own shoes, reach out the nearest shoe box, and pulled out some lovely patent leather stilettos. And he proceeded to put them on and grin. He didn't like it when I told him that we would not be buying those, and that we were there to shop for shoes for mommy, not him. He screamed for the rest of our shopping time. I did find a pair of shoes that matched the outfits, so I guess it was worth it.