Our three year old became a four year old yesterday. At the end of the festivities, as I was sitting in a chair pondering the cleanup, the little guy ran over to stand in front of me. “Daddy, am I four now?”

“Yep!” I said. “You’re four!”

He looked down at himself, then back up at me. Somehow, he managed to look both confused, concerned, and disappointed.. “But I’m not any bigger!”

I grabbed him for a hug. “Don’t worry. You’re getting bigger every day – a little bit every day.”