Being three is such a hard age. I try so hard to be a good boy, but life can get in the way. There is much see, touch, and say. Being three makes it hard to listen when you are suppose to. It hard to find time to sleep when there is so much do. Eating your dinner is okay for while, but then that can get in the way too, really, must I spend a whole 10 minutes in one spot. I have learned to go potty, I am so very proud, but that has it moments too and some times I don't quite make it.
Trains, cars, dirt, grass, and trees keep me very distracted. Not to mention the need to take car rides, eat ice cream and visit my friends and family. Mommy and Daddy work to keep me on the right track, but when your three, it is so easy to stray. Tomorrow is a new day. I will try and try again, but if I don't make, that's okay, I will try again. After all, Mommy and Daddy love me so and I know will make.
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