Three’s Company
Today’s post is brought to you by the number three. You see, three is a big time number in our house, especially recently, as our third child, KJ, recently turned three years old! Since having a third child, we have been regularly asked three questions:
- You have three kids?! This is always asked in a shocked voice, by anyone who has less than three children.
- When are you having more? In my head, I follow up by giving the person a crisp slap to the face, for asking such a bananas question. In reality, I just laugh it off.
- So who is the third kid most like?
Now this. This is a thinker. As KJ entered into the threes, he really has developed his own personality, to say the least. For example:
CLOTHING OPTIONAL
Despite not living at a nudist resort, or coming from a family of exhibitionists, KJ loves to not wear any clothes. On a typical evening, I’ll come home from work, and find him in nothing but a diaper, looking like Mowgli from The Jungle Book.
You might be thinking “But that’s cute, Mike. What’s the big deal?”. And sometimes, it is cute. Conversely, sometimes, when I’m trying to get him ready to go to daycare in the morning, and he’s refusing to get dressed, it’s not so cute. There are some things that you just can’t force someone to do. As a fun family game tonight, ask your kids to put a shirt and a pair of pants on you, but make this as humanly difficult as possible on them. You’d be surprised at the number of ways that there are to accomplish this. You’ll win every time! Anyway, I’ve loaded KJ’s diaper-only clad butt in my car on more than one occasion (because he wins every time). That, my dudes, ain’t so cute.
This happened, too, not long ago:
That right there is KJ standing shoeless on a busy winter afternoon in downtown Toronto. If you’ve never done this before….I don’t recommend it.
enunciation IS A WORK IN PROGRESS
KJ’s vocab game is ever-improving. His pronunciation and sentence-making skills are coming along, too. He still has his moments, though. For instance, I took him with me to J’s basketball recently, and we had this conversation while sitting on the sidelines:
KJ – You made me crap!
Me (looking around nervously, to see if anyone else heard) – What did I do?!
KJ (louder) – You made me crap! With your legs!
Me (stunned silence)
KJ – Crap me with your legs! Now!
At this point, I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just sat there with my legs spread. He then crawled between them, and pulled them together, so they were closed around him.
KJ – See? Crap!
I then realized that he meant to say trap. No bowel-moving maneuvers needed.
FICKLE, FICKLE, FICKLE!
When KJ is unhappy, we understand him loud and clear, because he will articulate his feelings loudly and clearly. In his little world, the most petty things tick him off. He’ll look at me pouting, and say “Dad, I’m so mad at you.” The reasons for the rage have ranged from understandable ones, like he didn’t want to stop watching his tablet, to irrational ones, like he didn’t love the voices that I made for the toys we were playing with, or he wanted two ice cubes in his sippy cup, but I only gave him one.
A CAREER IN COMEDY DOESN’T SEEM PROMISING
KJ – Knock knock.
Me – Who’s there?
KJ – My dad is so nice!
Me – My dad is so nice who?
KJ – My dad is so nice because he is nice.
And that was the joke.
*crickets*
He also thinks it’s hilarious to pinch my nose and ask if I’m Batman.
*tumbleweed blows by*
how rude!
KJ’s perception of me has changed as he’s entered into the threes, as well. For some reason, he thinks our bedroom closet is my “room”, as if I go there every night, and curl up on a shelf to sleep, snuggled up in Drake shirts, with In My Feelings as my lullaby.
Furthermore, before, he thought this WWE action figure was me:
Professional wrestler Shelton Benjamin. Big, strong, muscular, handsome. I’ll take it!
Lately, though, he has called me this:
This:
And this:
If I were a firefighter, it wouldn’t be so bad. However, I am not. When I told this to J, she asked if I liked black shoes (sure?) and flashlights (I guess?). She then shrugged and said “close enough”.
So who is KJ most alike in our family? The answer can be summed up in three words:
“Uh, no one.”
And with that, this post is a wrap. Triples!
Wait, I mean deuces!
He seems like a such a sweet kid I love this post is so loving and caring
We have three kids so I found this incredibly realistic and funny! We get all the same questions to
You have 3 kids?!! Ha ha! I grew up in a family with 3 kids and loved every second of it. Even though I’m the middle child, I’m pretty sure my the youngest got away with a lot more than my older brother and myself 🙂 3’s a charm!
third time is the charm, indeed lol. Thanks!
Aww you have such a cute little family! Thanks for sharing with us!
Aw, the kid so adorable! This is such a lovely post! Thanks for sharing
This was so cute and funny! I couldn’t even having three kids I can barely handle one!
Thanks! The one kids days seem like so long ago for me lol.
The kids are adorable. I have always been a single child and I do not have children, so I am sure it’s lovely to be in a group of 3.
I grew up in a family of three and I am the third one. I have two older brothers and they make me feel special. I can relate.
Your boy is so sweet! Lovely family, I may say!
What a sweet post. Loved reading.
Haha! He’s a cheeky one! I love that you’ve documented all these precious moments!
He is so adorable. It reminds me of my childhood days…I also used to play inside the box hahaha.
Why do people always think after a certain amount of kids people can ask “will you have more kids”. i want to ask are you going to help fund this??
lol. It really makes you wonder!
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