Oh, to be two again when doing dishes was a game and you truly though it was fun, when you could run around naked and free and no one would care, you could say what ever was on your mind even if it came out as
gibberish and people would smile.
A hug and kiss from mommy or daddy could make it all better again. Your biggest worry was where your cup and monkey were at bedtime. Yes, today I wish I was two.