When we arrived home from school today, Kellan was in grumpier than a grumpy thing who's really grumpy mode and I was trying to figure out the cause. I have been feeling unwell (airplane germs no doubt) and thought that perhaps he was getting the same cold, feeling achy and sore.
Me: Kellan, are you feeling ok?
Kel: NO!
Me: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. What's wrong?
Kel (very matter of factly): I'm three.
Indeed, "I'm three" could be an answer to a lot of the high stress moments in our house. Three, in all of its angst-ridden, frustrated, emotional glory. Three. Yes, he is three.
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Beautiful! Don't we all know exactly how that feels. Sometimes I just want to throw a temper tantrum for no reason, but "I'm 24" just doesn't work in the same way. I say, use it while you can, little man!
(Formerly No Wetsuit Girl)
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