Why they’re The Best Ever
Have you
seen a three-year-old open a present? It’s epic. You could wrap up an apple
from the kitchen and they will act like you just bought them a diamond
necklace. It makes Christmas morning spectacular.
They are
full of new words that you had no idea they knew. Your oatmeal is tolerable,
you say?
They say
things that are so hysterical you feel they could have their own stand-up
comedy show.
Their
belly laugh is the best sound in the world.
They have
their own names for things. My daughter calls Target, Red Walmart. I almost
don’t want her to learn the right versions of things.
They
dance and sing without fear of humiliation or shame.
They
think farting is the funniest thing ever.
They say
things that are meant to be mean but come out entirely hilarious. My daughter
told her dad randomly last week, “You’re really pushing my buttons, dad!” But
it was so funny, we couldn’t help but laugh.
They say
they love you in the sweetest ways. My little one tells everyone, “I like you
so much!”
They are
like little tiny people and it’s just the cutest damn thing ever.
Why They’re The Worst
They have
incredibly strong opinions about everything. What they wear, where you are
going, who is sitting next to them, which cup they are drinking from…
They know
too little and too much at the same time. Like that big bellies on a woman mean
there is a baby in there, but they don’t know that big bellies on a woman often
DON’T mean there’s a baby in there.
They
always have to pee.
They
never help pick up.
They
can’t let anything go. Whatever they are mad about will last all day, with
small breaks of forgetfulness in between.
They stop napping even though they desperately need one.
They are always taking their clothes off.
They stomp their foot a lot.
And put their hands on their hips
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