Life with a Three-Year-Old

...can be so much fun sometimes! My three-year-old is an uber-princess whose favorite phrase is "I love you, Mommy!". She'll be playing in another room and suddenly call out to me "I love you, Mommy!". Or we'll be walking through a store together and she'll burst out with it - loudly. People often stop and give me those "aww, how sweet" kind of looks. Like they know how lucky I am. They don't. She showers me with kisses and hugs all day long. She loves to play Polly Pockets or Pretty, Pretty Princess together, but is just as happy playing on her own. She's full of joy and exhuberance. The mere sight of anything princess in a store and she lets out a big shout,"Look, there's a princess [something]!". I love being with her. And how many people can say that about their three-year-old? I am incredibly lucky indeed.

So this morning, since the newspaper man came after my husband had left for work, I asked my uber-princess if she'd go out to get the paper for me. This is a favorite task of the three-year-olds in my house. Every one of them has been so proud to go out and retrieve the paper. Me? I'm glad to just stay inside where it's warm and pay a kiss in exchange.

Evelyn gladly answered my request. She put on her pink and purple-flowered rain boots over her footed fleece pajamas, while wearing her sparkly Snow White crown. And she proceeded out the door. A minute later she was back inside carrying the paper and beaming. I hope one or two cars drove by while she was out there so someone else could get a good chuckle this morning. Me? I got a kiss and an "I love you, Mommy!". And the paper.