Three though I have heard is horrendous. But for us so far, it's even better than the twos. Granted we got some of the normal yucky three year old stuff out of the way early. He was potty trained before he turned two, we stopped using sippy cups at 18 months, we make him clean up his room ect ect. So maybe he acts more like an older kid or maybe we are just blessed cause it's not our doing that we were blessed with such an awesome kid.
But being three comes with something I didn't realize. An imagination. And boy does this kid have one. Also, I must include this tidbit, if you have ever spent more than 5 min with me Zach, you know he can talk. And talk he will. The kid doesn't ever shut the hell up. It's non stop. So future k12 teachers, my sincerest apologies. Along with this amazing ability to talk comes stories. Detailed stories. Stories=playtime. And as a viewer of this imagination you will surely think, what the hell is going on in that kids head. So with that intro, comes my real point to my post. Our Saturday night adventures with Max and Zach.
Those that know my brother max, know that he also has an imagination. It's a weird one but kids LOVE IT. He is the favorite cousin on my moms side because they always get to play fun and weird games. The party doesn't start till max walks in.
Saturday was a football day. My mom and I were watching the two NFL games and not paying any attention to anything else. My own child included. Those with kids know, it's exhausting paying attention to them 24/7. Doesn't make us bad parents. It's ok. I tell Zach lots of times to just go play in his room. Kid needs a sibling BAD. So as we were watching IMPORTANT GAMES he wanted to play. Can't blame him. That's what three year olds do. We weren't playing with him. He wanted to play. Contention was building. That was until the front door opened. Max walked in and it was as if the cloud of endless possibilities just walked through the door. I didn't see Zach for an hour after that. To the toy room they went. Well I did see him for about half an hour when he came and asked for some scissors, which i made him go tell crazy uncle max that he had to come get the scissors cause I wasn't going to give a spastic three year old sharp weapons to run down the hall with. But after that, sight unseen for a while. I walked in to the toy room just to see why it was so quiet, because quietness is bad with a three year old and this is what I saw. 
I just turned back and walked out. Later I learned that because max is going to be a doctor, he is teaching zach how to be a doctor. This includes giving shots, meds, checking heartbeat, and of course amputations. The picture above is zach amputating uncle maxs head and the reattaching it. So give it thirty years and you will see the first real head reattachment in medical history. But yeah, I just had to walk out. Weird stuff happens in the toy room. So I thought. What would come at the dinner table in an hour was a whole new experience.
So they needed crayons, tape and scissors. Couldn't be that bad I thought. Then they came out with headbands. Like sweatbands. Couldn't figure out what was going on. Then zach asked Kylie for a password, then my mom, then me. We all just gave him a random word and then they ran back off. Apparentlyto take the words to the king or something. Max can clarify exactly what was going on later. I left to go pick up pizza and when I came back this is what I came back too.
A treasure map and two pirates. They had gone on some sort of adventure and dealt with bad guys, all sorts of things to find the treasure. Now when we got back from pizza we found they were recruiting. Well max wasn't. He didn't want more pirates but zach thought they needed more so he started asking us if we wanted to be pirates with him. I asked what the cost was, and found out it was 22 doubloons. "WHAT!? I don't have that much" I explained to zach. All wasn't lost though, my generous son gave me a high interest rate pirate loan... Not sure exactly what the terms, and penalties are but he paid my entrance fee. Whew. I was in. Then Kylie wanted to be a pirate but her fee was different. She had something like 5 doubloons and had too... Wait for it... Take on the job of providing milk for all the pirates. But a specialty milk. Zach told her she needed to milk the ships cats everyday. So I got off scotch free. At least I don't have to milk a cats nipples. I mean can you imagine!?!!! Just think of that chore. Good thing she grew up on an animal farm.
Lastly, because max thought the pirates were growing in exponentional rates, Emily was the last. If I remember correctly, all she had to do was churn that cats milk into creamy, smooth cat butter everyday for our supper. So fair enough I guess. Now we were all pirates and part of the gang.
After that I don't remember what he and max did next, but I do remember that we couldn't leave with out that stupid map. And ever since we have brought it home, he has fought dragons, bad guys, and attempted many adventures with his sword, shield and the map. He even sleeps with the dumb thing.
Three year olds are awesome. Their imaginations are even more awesome. Brian and I love just watching him run up and down the hallway fighting his way through what ever it is that day only to have to save us from the bad guys in the end.
They are crazy. Always on the go. ALWAYS wanting to play. But such a freaking riot to watch and listen too. Boys.
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