When You Are Three

There’s no doubt in my mind that 3 is one of my very favorite ages.  Growing out of the temperamental phase and full of imagination and vigor, Audrey’s little antics constantly have me chuckling. 

And I love that technology helps me to capture those moments word for word.  When she starts going on a little ramble about princesses and teachers turning into mean people and getting healed by Jesus and then they get married, I hit that little voice memo on my phone and catch every precious word. 

This was a recent ramble that I caught:

Audrey: I am having two babies in my tummy with lots of color in there. The boy oneses is Caleb, the girl oneses Sagey. Tomorrow I will have my babies.

Me: Audrey, who is your husband?

Audrey: Caleb

Me: Okay, because if you are having babies it is very important to have a husband to help you take care of the babies. You know, to go to work and make money to buy groceries to help you feed your children. And a good daddy to teach your son to be a man and teach your daughter what a good man looks like.

Audrey: My husband is having a dream in my tummy. And what are you doing today?  Sagey is a big girl in my tummy. She is in my belly button. I'm about to have another baby. A big baby when I am about to grow up like you.

My teeth hurt. I'm gonna go inside, my baby doesn't need me.

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And when you’re three, and your “teeth hurt,” you can just go inside, because your baby doesn’t need you.