Oh to be 3 again!
Life is at your fingertips, and coordination has become your friend. You believe yourself to be fully capable of making your own meals, like apple butter and ketchup sandwiches. You aren't satisfied to merely fill the bowl to the top with cereal, it must be overflowing, thereby affording you the joy of spreading it to the farthest recesses of the house. The pantry is a jungle-gym of delight, each shelf featuring yet more treasures and potential for terrific messes.
Alas, suddenly one day you find yourself barred from this bastion of delight by a strange lock thing completely out of your reach. Oh, the agony and despair...until you remember that the fridge is not just for smearing hand prints across and letting ice and water tumble down in a glorious cascade. No, it also holds untold riches! You run gleefully (yet stealthfully, you are a secret agent after all) to it and yes, it does hold wonderful things. Watermelon, as delicious to eat as it is to drop all over the floor and track into the next room. Milk and chocolate sauce, you "skillfully" combine as you wondrously realize that you don't need someone else to make chocolate milk for you, and oh, the resulting puddle is perfect for finger painting! And there are shelves to climb in here too! What fun, what joy, oops some one's coming, run!!
Ah, the office, what fun it is to pull a paper from the bottom of the stack and watch the entire stack come fluttering down like Autumn leaves. The whiteboard markers are perfect for the tribal tats that you've been meaning to apply to your arms and face, and (if you have the time) your entire body and part of the wall. Just for good measure, you dump out a container of crayons making sure to evenly distribute them over the entire floor, and knock off a few shelves of books looking for that specific story you've been meaning to read.
Then, it's on to the bathroom. The bathroom is almost as much fun as the kitchen, here you can unwind (the toilet paper) and relax (by squirting out the bottles of lotion and bubble bath) you can finally get to all that washing (of the aforementioned toilet paper) and read a good book (ripping out the most important pages for later reference).
But, the best room of all: the playroom!! There, you can dump out several hundred thousand Legos in 25 seconds flat (you've been working on your speed), scale the heights of the bookshelf to bring down brother's airsoft bb's (these are THE most fun to sprinkle about the room), there's tub after tub, shelf after shelf, drawer after drawer to dump and comb through for the wonders they contain(ed). You are drawn out of your blissful stupor by a single question you faintly hear your Mom asking: "Who made this mess?" Your reply, "Not me!" and merrily you continue on your way.
Oh, it's marvelous being 3!
