I was standing at the island doing some dinner prep tonight when I heard a little voice from the other side of the kitchen.
"Momma, can you see somebody?"
"Hmmm", I said thoughtfully, as I looked up and down and all around. "I wonder where Lincoln is?"
[Insert giggling from under the table.]
"Momma, can you see me nooow?"
[Insert cheesy, half-faced grin]
"Oh, THERE'S my boy!", I excitedly proclaimed.
He ran off giggling away.
Have I ever told you how much I love three year-olds?
They'll make you crazier than crazy, but sometimes I think all they want to know is that you haven't forgotten about them.
Which explains why they wreak havoc on the house and throw Oscar-winning temper tantrums and put all the toilet paper in the toilet and squirt toothpaste in the sink.
At least that's what I've heard.