We only have Amalia as a three year old for a few more hours. Just over a year ago I had lunch with my dear friend Tonya. Her Max had just turned three, Mali was about to. She mentioned that she wasn't exactly thrilled with that age. Ever since his birthday, Max had not been as sweet or agreeable. His first reaction to most things was "NO!". I tried to sympathize, but I kept thinking "well, age two so far isn't THAT terrible...maybe it's because he's a boy...Mali won't have that problem, I'm sure."
Nope. When June 26, 2009 rolled around, the "three switch" turned on here too. I found out later that most parents agree that three is a tougher age than two.
I love our kids at any age, but I must admit I'm hopeful that the "four switch" will turn on tomorrow and we'll have a little more sweetness with the regular serving of sassiness. We saw Max the other day and he was as charming as could be, so we'll take that as a sign.
(And Tonya, sorry for doubting you on that one!)