These are things I find my three year old doing. She climbs into Noah's crib the minute he starts crying Daddy has an array of masks for her to try on in his office. (the princess shirt's a nice touch I thought) Elvis has returned to the building. And boredom ensues when we have a car ride longer than an hour. She found the swim vest and put it on without myself or Eric knowing (while buckled) And if that wasn't good enough, after a panic attack from not being able to get the swim vest off without Mommy's help, she put it on her head. Noah gets the brunt of it on occasion. This was before she took his diaper off to "clean his butt" She loves him a lot And she makes him want to bite his hand off. No really, he loves her