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Three was fun, oh so fun. Silly voices and songs, screaming tantrums and control issues. A stuffed elephant left on my pillow as a peace offering. A rolled-eye and a "whatever". A kiss and a pat on my back as we walk somewhere. A rap on the forehead at 6:30 in the morning and sometimes company when I shower. or pee. that part was weird, but I got used to it. I never expected that one little person could take me from extreme happiness to extreme pissiness. Sometimes in one day. Oh the love. Oh the pissiness. Thank god for beer.

When you were two I was getting my parental sealegs. Panicked with the notion of having to figure out how to make an enjoyable person out of you. My god. No wonder there are so many detestable children out there. It would be so much easier to acquiese, go ahead, run with those scissors. Eat that, whatever THAT is. This toy? Have it. Sure.

Three was mental in a different way. Three was like having a bratty sibling that tested me and then bounced me back a grade and took my lunch money periodically. Three has better vocabulary and a stronger will and several hundred tricks up her sleeve. But three has serious powers of persuasion and  charm.

You're so good at letters and drawing and helping and being sweet. You've given me more character. And you are a chracter and I love you. So very much.