My daughters when they were 3:

Coloring and doing puzzles while sipping tea.

Sitting quietly, dressed in adorable, clean clothes with their hair done to perfection.

Peeing and pooping IN the toilet.

Watching Shrek while hugging and eating popcorn peacefully.

My twinadoes at 3:

Taking turns riding Wiggle Cars naked while making the other twin pull the car like a donkey with a leash attached to his underwear.

Escaping the yard to hang out by the dumpster while beating each other senseless with old pool noodles.

With careful precision, pointing their penises into tiny squirt bottles, filling them with pee and then misting the garden.

“We’re helping!” they declare triumphantly.

I’ve learned to not try to make sense of boys. It saves the few firing brain cells I have left.