Barrett: "I don't want to go to school today. I want to go to work with you."
me: "You wouldn't like Mommy's work. There's no playground and no friends and no books. It's not very much fun. Why would you want to go to work?"
Barrett: "I just want to be with you, Mommy," wrapping his arms around my legs and kissing them.
This is age 3. A roller coaster of independence and snarly faces and backtalk and deliberately knocking glasses of milk off the table and throwing trains and cuddles and laughter and sweet kisses and sweet words and "I love you so much"s and discovery and joy.