"3" is a magical age.
I remember a bit of my own very early youth, and vividly the time when our son was 3, and now the triplets entered it with the first day of September.
Not being allowed to post photographs of the Three Graces I show you a postcard with a drawing by Cicely Mary Barker - it resembles amazingly a photograph of the unidentical triplet (the other two are monovular).
What I adore is their imagination, the surprising use of language - and that they do not care a fig what the world thinks of them - they express their feelings without pretence, laugh a lot, and are so easily bewitched by a situation and make the most of it that there is never a sign of boredom, but lots of energy (oh yes, I would like to have a third of that!).
Yesterday I went to my little breakfast table in front of the huge window with the view into the valley (I know I sound like Hyacinth Bucket from "Keeping up Appearances" :-).
It crunched under my slippers.
Lots of fine white salt. Each of the triplets had snatched the salt-shaker in an unobserved moment and scattered salt on my breakfast table where I have two little buddhas and a small candle and always a fresh tiny flower.
They do not like this assembly - sheer jealousy, if you ask me ("Good taste", Son would say). Ha!
They giggle with laughter when they mention "The salted Buddhas".
I take a deep calming breath, 4 - 7 - 8, and then I smile :-)
