Is 3 the new 2?

Before I had kids, all I heard about were the "terrible twos". "Just wait until he turns 2" or "Oh, my kid's got the terrible twos and he's only 18 months" or whatever. Kevin's 3rd year of life wasn't so bad, or maybe I was just too sleep deprived to notice, but either way, his "twos" were nothing compared to the first few weeks of his "threes"!

It's a lot of crying. About everything. "You cut my toast in half. I wanted it whoooooollllllleeeee! WAAAAAH!" "I wanted to push the buttons! WAAAAAAAAAAH" "I want my running shoes, not the sandals! I didn't want my running shoes! WAAAAAAAAH".

I initially chalked it up to starting pre-school which, I thought, might have been a stressor. Maybe it is, but Kevin seemed to like pre-school once he released my leg from the death grip. Today he had no problems releasing my leg and running, yelling at the top of his lungs, through Wal-Mart. Fortunately, the greeter stopped him and, despite a lot of "WAAAAAAAAAAAH! I want to walk, I'll be a good walker!" wailing, I was able to strap him in and continue on our unmerry way. He got some sympathy chat from the grandmas in the store, but I think they were still on my side when he told them his mommy was making him sit in the cart because he ran off when he wasn't supposed to.

Anyway, it's a good thing he's cute or I'd be selling him on Ebay.