Here is proof Q is a real two year old:
He found an open bag on Hershey's Kisses and went and got the nursing stool by my rocking chair, carried it over to the table the bag was on and started eating,  When I discovered him (I don't think he'd had more than one or two), I told him no and took the bag and put it on top of the fridge.  He cried and wined.  He then carried the nursing stool over to the fridge (these stools are only a few inches tall) and tried to reach the bag.  I told him no again, (he's crying all the time) and picked him up only to have him start hitting me and yelling, "Mama!  Mama!"

His class at church has a sign outside the door which reads "Terrific Twos."  Apparently someone of his brothers has read this sign to T (age 5) because on Sunday when we picked Q up, and he happily ran out to us laughing, T said, "He's always happy when he comes out of Amazing Twos!"