If you ever get the chance, eat lunch with your two year old outside, in the warm breeze. Split a delicious egg and biscuit sandwich with him. And even though you already finished your piece of the egg sandwich while he is talking half-intelligibly about something or another, letting his portion just get colder and colder, do not, even once, tell him to hurry up and eat. Because there is no hurry. Let him listen to the birds, sing to himself, and ask you if you drive your car and if your coat is soft, and crumble leaves in his small hand. Take deep breaths and allow him to take his time. Eventually, he will finish. And the effects of slowing down will stay with you.
At least until you shove the rest of his egg sandwich into your mouth.