Rocco didn’t believe it was his birthday last Wednesday. I told him he looked older, he looked bigger, but he said he still felt like he was three, and it couldn’t be his birthday yet. I told him that I knew how to tell if it was his birthday—go to the table and look for presents! He found them, he opened them, and then I asked how old he was. He counted it out for me:
He said it might be his birthday, but he wouldn’t turn four until he ate his birthday cake. So later I took him to the store and let him pick out a cake. In the car on the way home he asked, “How long until we get home? I can’t wait another inch!”
So we ate the cake and Rocco told me that now he is four. Proof:
The day after his birthday he woke up and asked, “Where is the shirt Grandma got me that’s too big?” I found it for him and he put it on, then came out holding a pair of his shorts. “I put on my shirt, but the only shorts I can find are these ones I used to wear when I was three!”
I already love the four-year-old him.