Why the World Needs 3-year-olds

Luke: (running frantically up the stairs) "Mommy, I NEED my boat"
searching through bathroom for said boat

Me: (I've slept like 12 hours in the past 3 days so it took me a few minutes before it hit me what he had just said) "Wait -- why do you need your boat?"

Luke: (said nonchalantly) "To float in the water"

Me: (Again, a few second delay) "Luke, what water?"

Luke: "The water on the floor" (expression saying "duh, mom, why else?")

Me: (now running down the stairs to find huge glass of water which he'd apparently gotten for himself spilled all over the table and making a nice puddle on the tile) "How'd that happen?"

Luke: "It spilled, I guess. I have to float my boat in it" Proceeds to drag his boat happily through the puddle.

My favorite is that his first thought wasn't "I should wipe that up" or even "oops!" but rather "where is my boat?"

Also included are pictures of Luke's recent artwork, done with Sharpie on plastic stools from Ikea. He was very proud of the fact that he'd written his name on ALL of them (I even found it on one of the legs) and that he colored the little feet. Enjoy.

If you use your imagination, you can make out "L-U-K-E" (the K kind of looks like an H). I'm not sure what to make of the anarchy sign in the middle -- wait, his favorite song for awhile was "Holiday" by Green Day (he liked the "hey" part) -- maybe we should be concerned

Notice the smiley face on the blue one . . .