Three is a wonderful age. When Isabella was three she had a wonderfully eccentric understanding of the English language. I remember one night Tom and I were discussing whether or not a new shirt he had bought was too 'loud' to wear to work. The next morning Isabella said 'Daddy, I don't like that shirt it makes too much noise'. Another time I described a day as 'stinking hot' and from then on she always referred to hot days as 'smelly' but my favourite was the time that she and Henry saw a puppet show together at daycare. When I asked her if Henry had been scared at all she replied quite matter-of-factly, 'oh no, he was full of joy'.
Now it's Henry's turn. His vocabulary is expanding daily and he is always eagar to try it out and there have been a few gems recently. Last week he desperately wanted to sleep with us in the 'big bed'. When I asked him why, he said through his tears, 'because it makes me feel so delightful'. When he woke me up the next morning at 6am he asked if I could get up with him. Bleary-eyed I said I needed a few minutes and he said 'well, it would be magical if you can'.
Sometimes he just makes me laugh out loud. In the car the other day Isabella was talking ten to the dozen as usual and after a few minutes Henry turned to her and said in the most casual voice 'turn in down, Man'. I can't wait to hear what he comes out with next!