So I will figure out that I can open the freezer. The freezer!
Mama keeps popsicles in the door, so that's awe-some.
I figure if I yell something, it will be so.
If I want to change my clothes and mama says no, how can she say no if I pee in them? Logic. Perfect.
I will get really, really mad if my mama steals the popsicle that I stole from the freezer. She ate it right of me. That's just mean.
When I'm mad, I cry. Loudly.
I can be sweet.
I like to pat my mom's back and tell her I love her.
I don't like falling asleep alone, so come down to bug my parents. They like it when I do that.
But really, I'm just learning how to be three. On the cusp of starting preschool next fall. Getting ready to spend the summer with my mom.
It's a window, really. A moment in time when I'm right between toddler and preschooler. Nothing can stop me now!