Whether it is catching him peeing into a bucket in the bathroom whilst stood actually right next to the toilet,
Whether it is him asking me whilst pointing to his face, "Do I have something right here on my face next to my beard?"
Allegedly he lost something under his bed. (For like 5 days in a row.)
Or the fact that he has to sleep with both of these, what you can't see what they are?
Well one is a Huddersfield Town FC bear that his dad got him as a baby and the other.....
......well, the other is this, a pile of bookmarks commemorating the 10th anniversary of the Preston Temple.
Bishop actually gave them to me and asked me to give them to the children in primary but before I had a chance Thomas found them in my bag and has been sleeping with them regularly ever since.
Shh don't tell Bishop.
Borrowing to a three year old is a dream come true. It means you can enjoy something you like but doesn't belong to you. On Sunday his teacher at church had bags and bags of things with her to keep the little ones entertained and when I went to collect Thomas he was holding what had to be easily 20 items. I explained that we had to give them back because they were his teachers and he curtly replied 'It's OK mummy I just borrow them', his teacher being one of the nicest people on earth couldn't say no and neither could I but I did manage to persuade him to only bring home 5 things.
Which included this dog, 3 used wedding cards and a truly hideous picture of Rob and I at a wedding in our pre-parenting years. All of which he insisted on sleeping with also, obviously.
I love that he now takes a genuine interest in other people now.
How work good mum?
How your run good dad?
It really just never ends.
Some days he'll approach me with his sad face and I'll enquire what's wrong and he'll just say "I miss Lucas" even though they have been in Utah now for a month.
If he happens to be in the garden when our neighbours come home he'll be sure to hold them up in enquiring about their day. I'm sure they really appreciate it.
I love that he has started football training and passionately loves it despite having the concentration span of a fly.
I adore seeing how his brain works, last Sunday he asked me "But who draw those pictures of Jesus?" referring to the the ones on our wall.
Stumped for an explanation fitting to a three year old logic I did what all good mums do. I directed him with his question to his dad.
He asked his dad.
His dad paused considering his answer and then replied, "I did!"
Thomas was completely content with that response.
I know that being 3 isn't a perfect age by far and we do have our moments I assure you. But at this point I am focusing on the positives and the fact that Eli is not so far behind and whatever Thomas can throw at us as a three year old will surely be vastly eclipsed by Eli when his turn comes.
That I would bet on.