A New Take on Three

I used to rather dread having a three-year-old again. I have never really struggled with the 'terrible twos' and indeed have thought them misnamed. Terrible threes, however, I might have agreed with. It seemed that both Briana and Destry hit a verbal ability at that age that led to them thinking they could talk their way out of things, even to the point of arguing with me. It even seemed a switch just flipped when they turned four and they stopped. I'm starting to think it was all me though, not really the age, because I just get such a kick out of Easton and the way he thinks at this delightful age of three. It's something new every day.Easton and Kiana love to listen to me tell the story of 'The Three Little Pigs.' They love to shout out 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' followed by 'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!!' As I huffed and puffed my way through this story yet again today, I could see the wheels spinning in Easton's mind.

"The big bad wolf won't blow my house in," he said.

Thinking maybe he was a little fearful of this possibility, I reassured him that 'No, you're right, he won't. Daddy works really hard to take care of us, like the pig who built the brick house, and a wolf can't blow our house in.'

He shook his head adamantly and replied, "No! I'm kind. I'll open the door for him if he comes!"

"Oh," I responded, clearly misunderstanding his thought process.
"I'll give him something to eat so he won't be so hungry," he continued. "Like maybe peanut butter and jelly!!"