My kid's sick and my wife are taking turns working from home keeping him occupied, so I take him to the post office. He loves ####### trucks more than posty loves pizza-flavored Cheez-Its, so I take him over to look at the yard where the postmen are loading up their trucks for the day's deliveries. He starts jumping up and down yelling "YAY! YAYYYYY!" while they're loading up, and the guy nearest us didn't even look up, which I thought was lame, because it's like hey man, somebody's cheering for your otherwise-nondescript governmental job.
Then my kid starts berating me because I'm not jumping up and down. So I start jumping up and down too.
If that doesn't encapsulate how big of #######s that 2 year-olds are, I don't know what does.