Makgill had a MAJOR I’m over-tired and frustrated with Mommy and all I want is goldfish crackers tantrum in the parking lot of Target this morning. You know the kind. Arms and legs were flying and he was SCREAMING at the top of his lungs. Rather embarassing. Needless to say, he did NOT get the goldfish, and went straight to his room when we got home. I just went and got him out of his room, and we hugged each other and he apologized and all is now good. I was standing there hugging and holding him, and I told him he was my Number 1 Man. He put both hands on my cheeks and looked straight into my eyes and said “Mommy, you’re my Number 3 Man”. Because he is 3. And 3 is CLEARLY better than 1 in this kid’s eyes. Oh my how I LOVE this child!