Mister Four had his birthday yesterday. It was a big day, with #4 cupcakes at lunch time, and cake and presents and friends in the evening. Mister Four got a special shirt to wear: orange, with a big green 4 on it.
About an hour after going to bed, Mister Four got up and came in to talk to me one more time.
"Mommy, I like birthday. I want to have birthday 5, and birthday 6, and birthday 7," he said, rubbing his eyes and dragging his fuzzy Elmo doll on the floor.
"Of course, baby," I said, and took him back to bed, where he was asleep before his head touched the pillow.