As you know, the twins celebrated their third birthday in February. Age three has arrived. It’s the age of independence, ingenuity, creativity, interesting sentences, and the use of tools.

My boys are finally getting to an age where they can do things for themselves. They invent scenarios for their toys and they take their cars on trips to the library, the farm, and all kinds of places in their little imaginations. They are great play mates for each other and I can leave them unattended while Tim and Sarah and I have school…or so I thought.

Oh, no, tearing off the wallpaper wasn’t good enough….that’s two-year-old stuff, old-school tripe. Holes in the wall…now that’s three year old genius. Ah, but if there is now a hole in the wall, it should be fixed. Maybe they asked themselves, “What Would Daddy Do?” If there are plastic tools available, logic dictates that they should be used. I actually found this little scene after the boys had been tucked in bed. They were sound asleep and I reached for a book to read to Sarah and…there it was…there was nothing to be done tonight…., but take a picture… (Don’t worry, we had a serious “mom to little guys, ‘yes mom’” talk the next day.)