He's my sweet boy.
Yesterday, October 2, 2005, Dewey turned two-ie. He's a good boy. Well, not really.
Now that he's two, the terrible part is official, I suppose.
Good? Bad? I don't think it matters. We still love him. If someone's gonna drive you crazy, you might as well adore them as not.
(Don't waste your time looking for logic in that previous sentence. There's none to be found.)