1...2...3...

The G-man turned three a little more than two weeks ago. Prior to this birthday, he's never mentioned his age or even hinted that he knew people were xx years old. I'm still pretty sure he has no idea what age really means, but from the moment he woke up on his birthday, he's been obsessed with the number three.

"Three, because I'm three!" is his new motto. He says this when he sees the number on a sign. Exclaims it if it's mentioned in a book. Repeatedly points it out if heard in a song. He seems to think all instances of the number 3 are personally for him.

But the most usage of the phrase comes when he wants something. Upon awakening on his third birthday, he realized we would A) think it was cute the first time and probably the second, too, and; B) it's logic that's hard to argue with until it was too late.

He now thinks everything must come in threes. Sometimes this is ok - three pieces of celery, three train cars on the track, three books at bedtime. But there's more. He wants three drinks at dinner, not refills, but three separate cups. Three dishes of ice cream. Three shows or videos in a row. Three pacis in the car. His "one more thing" before bedtime, bathtime or any other stalling time is now three more things.

The only time he lets up? When he tried to convince me last week that he was now four...so he could try for four pieces of chocolate.