Four

Dear Preschooler,

As the third child, you may wear hand-me-downs and have a blank baby book. But, I’m determined you will at least have a blog post for your birthday. It’s a day late, but let’s not focus on that point…

Yesterday you turned four. For several months now you’ve been telling us that you would be five on your birthday. But, by all our calculations, you are just four. Four very big years old.

Currently you’re a huge fan of Paw Patrol. There’s a puppy on it named Skye who has the ability to fly, so she is naturally your favorite character and the inspiration for some of your more dangerous stunts.

You’re also a fan of Peter Pan {he flies}, Tinkerbell {she flies}, and your bumblebee costume {it has wings}. You’re afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, most all the Disney villains, and insects of any sort. While you enjoy pretending that you can fly, you have no tolerance at all for real bugs that fly. Heaven forbid one get in the house or car. When this happens, you run around screaming, “We’re all gonna die!!” in a very convincing manner.  

Your favorite book, which your Daddy faithfully reads to you every night, is called I Wear My Tutu Everywhere. It’s a fitting title. Except you might add rain boots, or a toboggan, or some other surprising accessory to the outfit.

You still love both Minnie Mouse and Curious George. And, you can never have enough of either in your life. Seeing you meet Minnie in Disney World will always be one of my favorite memories. If we were ever to meet Curious George I think your reaction would be similarly ecstatic.

Your favorite thing to do pretty much anytime of day is ride your scooter. You’re rather daring on it in both speed and form, and watching you in the cul-de-sac makes us and the neighbors a bit nervous.