This comes from a Children’s Hospital magazine:
“Three-year-olds are more aware of their world than 2-year-olds, and less malleable. They’ve learned the rules; now they’re breaking them on purpose, watching closely to see how you’ll react. Seeing their power over mom and dad is intoxicating, but their actions are also driven by simple curiosity.”
Uh, yeah. Three is the new two. If two is “terrible,” three is a nightmare. Or at least it can be at our house. Parker is the King of Whining, and it’s about to drive me insane. When I just can’t take it any longer, I stick the kids in the one place where they never fight – the bathtub. For some unexplained reason, they play so nicely together in the tub. They even… (wait for it, it’s a shocker…) SHARE THE TOYS (gasp!). Tonight, after they had been in the tub for 40 minutes or so, I finally asked Dave how long he thought it was appropriate to leave them in there. He said, “Oh, when you’re at your Bible Study, I leave them in there for an hour. They come out all wrinkled like prunes, but at least they have fun. And it makes them tired.” Perfect.