I love three year old boy. It is so much better than two year old boy (chiefly for the decline in general whining). One of the new developments is a very active imagination, where Matt spends much of his day pretending to be something. Lately, it has been a cat with a rather unimaginative name of "Matthew Kitty Cat."
Matthew Kitty Cat likes to play with balls, climb trees (aka the couch), and meow at the door to be let out. We were having a lot of fun with our boy-cat, until he informed us that cats don't eat dinner. They only eat cat food.
The cat food has been moved to an undisclosed location pending the return of Matthew Preschooler.
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