To Be 3...

I think that being three must be the best age in the world. When you're 3, you can wear a purple sparkly shirt with a hot pink and black zebra-print tutu, boots, and sunglasses and feel like a million bucks. When you're 3, you can close your eyes and take a nap when you catch a bad case of the grumpies while your mom browses the aisles in Costco. When you're 3, you can sing "Dynamite" at the top of your lungs in public places and never feel embarassed. When you're 3, a sippy cup filled with chocolate milk makes everything better. When you're 3, you can say things to your dad like "I think you need another nap." When you're 3, you're just thankful for everything. Tonight Chloe said our family prayer. Here's how it went:

Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day.
Thank you for scriptures.
Thank you for our old t.v.
Thank you for us.
Thank you for t.v.
Thank you for Santa.
Thank you for notes.

Oh, how we love that girl! Earlier tonight, Wally fell asleep and Chloe was trying her best to wake him up. She was shaking some bells in his ear, but it didn't work. She tried giving him a hug and a kiss, but it didn't work. She tried tickling him, but it didn't work. She tried yelling "FIRE!", but it didn't work. For her last effort, she yelled, "Dad, the t.v. doesn't work!" at which point he woke up.