“I’m free!!!” screams my little boy as he smiles to the sky and spins in a wobbly circle. “I’m free! I’m free! I’m free!”
Yes, little buddy. You certainly are free.
You are free to ask for a blueberry yogurt, and, when I open it, immediately change your mind to vanilla.
You are free to place both your hands on my cheeks and aggressively yank my face until my eyes meet yours, extinguishing any conversation I attempt with another human.
You are free to repeat the name of an item that has fallen on the floor until someone gets annoyed enough and gets it for you. “Paint brush. Paint brush. PAINT brush. PAINT BRUSH. PAAAAINT BRUSH!! PAAAAAAAIIIINNNNT BRUUUUSH!!!!!!!!”
You are free to declare your independence when we are in a rush and insist on my help only when I am preoccupied.
You are free to get yourself in a slight pickle and have slight overreaction.
You are free to want mommy when daddy is putting you to bed and visa versa.
You are free to change your mind about what nighttime story you want as we turn to read the last page of your original choice.
You are free to want to dress yourself, but only when you feel like it, and only when we are late.
You are free to insist on being carried when it is clear my hands are full.
You are free to delegate your basic wants and needs with a single, shouted word and expect immediate response. “Water!”, “Bathroom!”, “Cookie!”, “Shoes!”, “Ball’, “Mommy!”
You are free to say ‘No!’….. a lot.
You are free to crawl in my bed every night….and kick, and thrash, and punch until sunrise.
You are free to throw your body wildly on the ground in a fit of rage when a drop of water spills on your pants.
You are free to still be cute despite all these things…. Honestly, I don’t know how you accomplish this one. True talent.
Yes, little buddy, you certainly are “free”…. otherwise known as “three”…. but who’s counting, and wouldn’t I be crazy to correct you….