My little monster is now two years old, which means he’s a teenager in every sense of the word — whiny, rebellious, and exists solely to terrorize his parents. I decided to look back at the photos I took during his first year to commemorate his innocence and youth. His transition into adulthood has been a shaky one, but I hear that labs calm down around 2.5 years, right? …RIGHT? Until then, I will practice what my parents always preached: choosing my battles. Sometimes, that sock just isn’t worth the struggle.