It’s common knowledge around here that three year olds are….
challenging assholes. I realized not too long ago that I’m still suffering PTSD from my second son’s three year old year. My first son, Finn, had all sorts of little…inconveniences…in his third year, but Roan put them all to shame. Oh MAN! Did he TORTURE us! It was so bad I even bought a book called “Your Three Year Old: Friend or Enemy” and the best advice they could give was to hire a babysitter as often as possible until their fourth birthday. I swear, my husband and I have never looked forward to a birthday as much as we did Roan’s fourth and oooohhhhh…we par-tayed! And truthfully, like magic, Roan changed overnight. There was even a night shortly after his birthday where as we lay in his bed to go to sleep he said to me “Mama, I’m sorry.”