So all you parents out there trudging aimlessly through toddler town with your threenager, wandering dangerously close to the city limits but never able to cross over into the fields of freedom from tantrums over toast cut in the wrong direction and the fact that, by nature, peanut butter is sticky...
I am here to tell you it gets better!
Enter this guy:
Oh, he still has his moments, don't misunderstand me. But the ratio of enjoyable conversation and banter is far greater than mere survival through tantrum after tantrum after tantrum.
Suddenly, he "doesn't want to talk about" when he jumped and landed face first off of one of the toys at the mall. He reassures me, "Grandma will think of something," when negotiating eating a Lunchable for breakfast instead of for lunch when Grandma is watching him for the day. And I had to agree with him. Can't really argue with that.
But then he will go to swim lessons and cry and freak out the whole time because one of the instructors "was a guy." And he will promise to do better next time but only if there are "two girls" there teaching him to swim.
Four. Way better than 3. And hilarious.