Number 3 and Me

Three year olds are a strange breed. Even stranger when they have no idea that they are 3, and believe that they are in fact, at least 7. Number 3 happens to be 3 at the moment and it makes for some very interesting times.

Like when he doesn't want to use the women's restroom while out with just me. When he wants to stay up late playing Star Wars with Number 1 and Number 2. When he uses words like "outrageous" (correctly) and phrases like "good times, good times" or "my bad". Or practicing shock-and-awe with, "I hate fill-in-the-blank " with anything that he does or doesn't like at that minute in time. I find it is best to pretend to be deaf, and he moves on to something else.

He can be the sweetest, lovingest boy or equally sassy and defiant. He definitely has personality! We survived the Tumultuous Threes of the first two boys, so we know this phase, like all of them, is temporary. But this time around, he has BOTH of them to learn from. Oh yeah, and we still have to make it through Number 4's turn, with THREE big brothers to contribute material.

Another day, another story,
Em