Four

What Four looks like in the morning:

"Mom, I don't want pants. No pants."

"I don't want that shirt. Nooooo! Light McQueen shirt! No, not that Light McQueen shirt!"

"I don't want breakfast."

"Mom, I watch? One more show?"

What Four looks like on the way out the door:

"I hafta peeeeee!"

"I want the other car."

"I need a plushie!"

"I'm hungrrrreee! I want breakfast!"

"Mom, I frozen. I frozen, I can't move."

"I need to run around the tree!"

"Chase me, Mom! Chase me!"

What Four looks like in the evening:

"Mooom, I'm huuunggrrrrrry. I'm staaaarvvving. I need a snack."

"No, I don't want dinner, I'm not hungry.”

"No bath."

"I go outside?"

What Four looks like at bedtime:

"I'm thirsty."

"I'm hungry."

"I want a bath!"

"Five more minutes, you said five more minutes!"

"Mom, jus' a minute, I'm doin' something."

"Mom, read me a book. Now read it again!"

"We play trains? Do a puzzle? Brush my teeth?"

"I need my other blanket."

"I'm scared."

"I want someone to sleep with me!"

"I sleep in the big bed?"

"I don't wanna sleep in the big bed, I sleep on the couch?"

At this rate, Four will last FOREVER.

And that is just fine with me.

Happy birthday, little man.