dear claire.

1. On the way home from spending the night with Owen you demanded to be returned to his house. You stated, "You're not my mommy." I may have died a little inside.

2. Later, the same day out of nowhere, you say, "Asparagus makes your pee stink. But only your pee. Not your poop." Thanks.

3. When I asked you what thought would be an appropriate consequence for taking my laptop without permission, you wisely suggested, "a treat."

Never a dull moment, girlie. Three is kicking my butt.
Love,
Mama

PS. Lately, there are more blog pictures of the Mister than you. He is more willing to pose. (He also eats everything I feed him and would never tell me that I'm not his mommy). Somedays he is easier, somedays you are. Both of you are my favorites.