He's finally three!

Yay Lisa! She told T3 this weekend that she couldn't get him a Christmas present if he wasn't three years old, so a month after his third birthday T3 finally acknowledged he was three years old. Until Lisa worked her magic T3 continued to insist he was two, but he now keeps reminding me he's "three and not two"! Maybe I should tell him I can't give him Christmas presents if he doesn't go poo poo in the potty? Hmmm....