I love 3 year olds. I think it is such an awesome age. We had a play date recently at my place, where Wally's friend's identical twin 3 year old brothers came too. They explored every floor of the house, sampled every snack and asked the tough questions like how does one make a candle, how does it burn and why was my son's room so messy. One of my favorite moments was when after exploring the basement and coming back up the stairs they noticed that the door had a cat flap just their size and both crawled through it after my orange ginger. Their mother was very apologetic of their behavior, because so many people are weirdly judgmental about these things. I mean, there's a reason we call them "children" and not "miniature adults"!