When Alfie was just a baby he cried and smiled and sometimes he slept. When he was one he walked, ate bananas, crashed his building blocks, and pulled Mom's hair. At two, he talked and put worms in his mouth, pulled up all the plants, and didn't like having his hair washed. All sorts of things are happening now that he's three, and they're all accounted for in this account of his first three years' activities. He sleeps in his own big bed and rides his tricycle. He can count and draw nice pictures of Daddy with six eyes, standing in the rain. He can swim and squeeze toothpaste--all over the place.