When you’re 3 years old the world is a place full of magic and adventure.
The lines between fantasy and reality are still happily blurred, and the day is for playing and playing some more.
There are no complications, no grown-up worries, no phone calls to make, bills to pay, or appointments to be on time for.
There is only fun to be had. If you want to wear four odd socks on your hands and feet the bound about pretending to be a rabbit, then you can.
Fancy creating an imaginary world with your Duplo and trains? No problem, go right ahead.
Want to giggle, dance, shout, scream and generally cause mayhem? It’s part of the job description.
But, oh my! It’s tiring being 3 years old.
Sometimes you just need to sit down and relax and take the weight off those hopping, dancing, running, climbing feet and contemplate what fun to have next.
Some days I wish I was 3 years old too.
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