Three is so far the worst age for temper tantrums but also the best for cutest. They can talk and try hard to communicate with you. Temper tantrums are way more intense now but man, when they want to be sweet it's fucking adorable. It's like, 90 degrees right now and humid and MISERABLE. I promised we'd stop and get ice cream on the way home from grandma and grandpa's and when we sat down to eat it he looks me straight in the eye and says, "Hey Mom."
"I love you and ice cream."
"I love you and ice cream too," I said.
My heart just melted. This completely makes up for the 30 min temper tantrum this morning over his sandwich at breakfast. I hope my next son is this sweet.