When I was on my first year, my mom used to wonder at my skills, the speed and the zeal I picked up things, and called me 'Wonder One'. Then I started to give trouble at the age of two. There was a hiccup in all my activities like eating, sleeping, playing and reading. It was terrible for her. She called me 'Terrible two'.
But when a child becomes 3, she is no longer a baby. I am nearing 3 and have started to show some traits of it. Yup, all my baby things are fading away and am becoming matured these days.
I can eat and sleep on own. I am potty trained - means I can pee or poop on my own without assistance, placing the potty seat and step stool, grab the tissue, wipe myself and wash my hands all by myself with clean soap and water. I am able to brush my hair and suggest new hairstyles for each of my outfits. Also, my grooming sense has improved a lot, that I can do my nails and eyes without much mess. When my mom was about to name me 'Terrific three', my notoroius activities also have started.
When she asked me, 'Honey! can we have a haircut?' I told her, 'Bring the scissors, I'll cut your hair.' When she said 'Honey! I am tired. I cannot drive the car.' I told her 'Gimme the keys. I can drive it.'
One evening Amma, Shibi and myself went to the park and Shibi was lost in the hiking. She was coordinating with him on the phone while I silently took the car keys and went into the car and locked from inside. She dint realize it for a while and was giving him directions to stay safe as it has started raining. Then she tried to open the door, but could not open it as it was locked and the keys were in. She tried to give me signs to press the unlock button. All her cues were beyond my ken and was unable to hear her either. Worst was the case that I sat on my car seat and strapped myself. Are u feeling like watching 'Dunkston checks in'? She felt like a ring master in the circus. She called the police and they rescued me in 10 minutes. Now tell me. What can she name 'A terror at three'?
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