Today I took my youngest boys out to lunch at Subway after picking Will up from preschool.
While noshing on sandwiches, Will looks at me and says, "Mommy, I freeee (three)."
I showed him how to hold up three fingers. (Not easy when you ARE three, oh the irony.)
Will looked over at Theo and said, "Feo- you twwooo."
However, Theo did not want to be two. He wanted to be three.
"No buddy, YOU are TWO!"
"Me freeee, me freee!"
You are right, you are not two (as you writhe and scream in a restaurant about your age).
I think I proved my point. But not to him.