Magoo is Three-ish

“Something happened to Magoo on his third birthday. As he collapsed into an exhausted coma on my lap after a fun-filled day at Disneyland and slept sweetly through the singing and the candles and the cake, some crazy switch of three-ish mischief flipped on in his head. He woke up a new man and he hasn’t been the same since.”

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3 Responses to Magoo is Three-ish

  1. rebekah says:

    check that post i think you included your kids real name on accident

  2. The Wiz says:

    I have always said that three is worse than two. It should be the terrible threes. I feel your pain. It will pass, and in the meantime, it makes for some funny stories.

  3. Janel says:

    There’s nothing like a three-year-old on a crazy streak like that to cure any baby cravings a mom might get!

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