When you're three. . .

"Mom, say 'what's wrong Hyrum' ." -He asks me to do this several times a day

"Heavenly Father. Thank thee blessings. Thank thee blessings. Thank thee food. Thank thee blessings. Bless it. Thank thee reading room. Play Buzz Lightyear. Amen"

"Look, I share with Noah.(. . or)I trade with Noah" He gives something like a lid and takes away a toy, or gives Noah his almost finished Otter Pop for Noah's almost full one. Whenever he does it he looks so proud of himself for being nice:)

In the picture above: We thought he was asleep in bed, it was a while after we put him down. He came downstairs wearing his crown and explained that his bed was broken (which means his blankets weren't in the right place) and that he needed a drink and wanted to watch fireworks. Brett got the picture while he was explaining his plight to me.

Dad: "Are you excited to have watermelon?"
Hyrum: "My eyebrows are excited, and then my eyes are excited, and then my nose are excited, and then my mouth excited, and then binoculars are excited. . . all to eat watermelon!"

shortly after my friend Naomi, who is very pregnant, came over to visit, Hyrum came to me out of nowhere and said, "Naomi need come over and take baby out, and then put baby in Mom's tummy, and then Naomi share baby. Ok, Mom?"