One of my favorite things about having a three year old is that they can say a lot but they still mess things up.
For example, when ever Henry is talking about the past he says "last night." I told him a song was stuck in my head and he asked me later if I wanted to know what song was "stuck in his hair." He calls our living room the "Libning room."
One of my favorite things about having a one year old is that they really don't talk yet :) Cute enough to be sitting at lunch peering at a picture of Adam and says "Dadeeeee" over and over but not eloquent enough to be sassy.