Living with a threenager is extremely exhausting and satisfying all wrapped in one. As much as they drive you crazy they r too cute to be mad at. I asked my threenager a couple of questions and this is word for word her answers:
Me: what’s your favorite thing to do?
Sky: paint, I like to pain, can I paint? Please can I paint now?
Me: whose your best friend?
Sky: Talia! We shake out booties 🤦♀️
Me: do you like being three?
Me: do you love me?
Sky: ya and I don’t fight
Me: do you love daddy?
Sky: yes and we shake out booties
Five ways of knowing you are raising a threenager:
- Constantly saying things like “leave me alone mumma! I’m trying!” As she slams the door to the bathroom.
- She must pick her outfits or else all hell breaks lose.
- Constantly running away from you wether it’s to get dressed, picked up from daycare. Anything.
They have to do EVERYTHING on their own. Which makes you late to everything.