Have you seen this blog floating around the interwebs? It makes me laugh, mainly because it is hysterical, but also because it is SO TRUE. Seriously, three-year-olds are the craziest, most fickle love bugs ever. I thought I would add to the list and share with you some reasons MY three-year-old might be freaking out.

He wants a snack.

Not that snack.

He doesn't want a snack!

His tushie is hurting.

His penis is hurting.

His Wonder Pets underwear is dirty.

His feetie jammies have a snap.

It's too shiny outside.

I'm touching him.

I'm not touching him.

I'm looking at him.

I'm not looking at him.

He is SO sweaty.

He needs a Band-Aid.

He needs a knife.

He IS a grown-up.