Someone at our house is THREE!
He doesn't much like food at all, but if he's going to eat something he would very much prefer that it be processed crap, thank you so much, and above all not prepared by his mother. I got to make him a cake, though. It was iced with an ocean of green frosting.
He loves the Beatles and musical instruments of all kinds.
He thinks Scooby Doo is wildly entertaining. He adores his brothers above everything else.
He is very, very bossy.
He has very occasional moments of self-doubt, but mostly he figures he likes everyone in the world, so everyone in the world must like him back.