“Something happened to Magoo on his third birthday. As he collapsed into an exhausted coma on my lap after a fun-filled day at Disneyland and slept sweetly through the singing and the candles and the cake, some crazy switch of three-ish mischief flipped on in his head. He woke up a new man and he hasn’t been the same since.”
Read more about the Swedish Fish and the rocks in the milk jug over at Parenting.com.
check that post i think you included your kids real name on accident
I have always said that three is worse than two. It should be the terrible threes. I feel your pain. It will pass, and in the meantime, it makes for some funny stories.
There’s nothing like a three-year-old on a crazy streak like that to cure any baby cravings a mom might get!