...always seemed so grown-up. Like, waaaaay older than three. Right up there with five, in fact. Babies at three are now "children" at four. I mean, pre-K is an option, people, they're practically teenagers, right? RIGHT?!
And yet, on the 27th, the day He turned four, he announced from the backseat: "Mom, I can't undo my seat belt anymore, because I'm four now."
Apparently, he considers himself to be either a) regressing or b) gaining a handservant to do all of his daily tasks for him.
Maybe the teenager comment was more apt than I thought.
My slightly-insane life and times
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