Oh, sweet Lucy.
I know. It's so so so hard being three.
No one understands what you are trying to say, and that makes you mad. It causes you to talk louder (and really close to Mommy's face) and gesture wildly.
And then Mama STILL doesn't get what you are saying. And that? Makes you fusstawated, as you say.
It's hard having to choose a different princess dress to wear every day. And then choosing the accessories too? Exhausting.
It's horrible when you try to kiss your sisters but decide to lick their faces instead. And then they scream!
Mommy won't let you brush your teeth 7 times a day for an hour each time, even though you ask repeatedly. And she says "No Ma'am!!!" when you suck the toothpaste right out of the tube.
She doesn't let you have cake for breakfast or yayyipops in bed.
Your sisters are always up in your business, your mommy won't let you use the grown up scissors. You're not allowed to pull Cate's hair. Your daddy says "No No! Softer!" when you chunk things at him as hard as you can.
Your favorite song is "I yike fooooood" "I yike chicken " "I yike pizza" "I yike freeeee fries" and your mean mommy won't give you those things for every meal.
Is it any wonder you are perturbed?
I think not.