3 year old brain

This child.

He plays hard, loves fiercely and lives life fully. I am a little jealous of his fearless personality!

He is hilarious and insanely brilliant.

Last night he was being his usual wild self and was not obeying.  Trey made the comment "Jones, I don't want to have to pop you." To which Jones stopped what he was doing, looked at us like we were crazy and said: "Daddy! Don't be silly. I am not a blow-up toy! You can't pop me."

And just like that, he was out of trouble. I had to leave the room to control my laughter.  How does he come up with this stuff?

His response to me asking how his first day of PreK went? "I didn't hit anybody!" A successful day no matter how you look at it, no?
The way he loves his little sister melts me.

He is forever asking to hold her and give her kisses.  Whenever she starts to fuss, he starts singing to her, usually Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star or Jesus Loves Me, and she stops immediately and smiles at me.

Oh please love each other forever.

 Seeing all of the first day of school pictures has made me a bit weepy this morning. I am desperate for my babies to stay babies.  When Jones has pushed me to my limit and my nerves are completely shot and I want to scream, I pray I remind myself that too quickly he will no longer be a wild three year old, but a 15 year old who towers over me. It's true what they say - babies don't keep.