Ethan turned 4 on October 21st. That night he said to me, "Why aren't I as tall as Mommy and Daddy now?" I guess he thought "4" was the magic age that you become a grown up. The next morning, as I was pouring his juice for breakfast into a small plastic cup, he said "Mommy, I need a grown-up cup now that I'm 4." So I got him a big plastic cup, and all was well.
