Four = BIG

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Four = BIG
(written March 13, 2007)

My childrens' birthdays are coming up soon. In fact, my son will be 6 years old on Thursday. So, this morning, my daughter and I were discussing what we should buy him for his birthday and what kind of cake we should make him. But when you are a three-year-old princess, life revolves around you. So, the conversation, of course, landed on her birthday which is coming up in 6 weeks.

"Mommy, I'm going to be fowah years old on my birthday."
"That's right, honey."
"I won't be frwee years old no mowah. Frwee years old means I'm little. Fowah years old means I'm big."
"Four means you're a big girl?"
"Yes!"
"So, that means you'll have to do all the things a big girl does."
"Yeah."
"So, you're going to go to bed when I tell you to?"
"Yeah, betause a big girl would do dat."
"That's right. And you'll have to eat vegetables."
"But I don't like vegables," she says wrinkling her nose in horror.
"But big girls eat vegetables, honey. Are you sure you want to be big?"
She thought for a second, heaved a huge sigh, and said "Okay. I'll eat vegables. I like carrots."
"Carrots are yummy."
"Yeah. I like carrots and cheese and that's enough vegables. I can be a big girl."