I forgot...

The best part of my story from yesterday and the reason I titled it what I did... We were sitting at dinner the other night and Beckett was refusing to eat our fettucini alfredo (he wanted noodles with red sauce, not white...) and I said that I wasn't ready for a three year old yet. He looked right at me and said "Mama, I'm not three - I'm two!!!" and proceeded to get up from the table. We convinced him to sit back down and at least eat the "chicken" out of his bowl (it was really scallops and he loved them) and got him saying "I'll be three in January." It was really very cute in the end... Apparently even a 2-year old knows the trouble with 3-year olds and refuses to be one before their time!