Logan's birthday was a few weeks ago. He turned 4 and he was super excited about it. He would tell anybody that would listen, "I'm 4 now!" while beaming with pride.
Yesterday, the four of us was getting ready to go to a friend's house for a small party. At first, Logan didn't want to go. He was perfectly happy at home watching tv. I was trying to explain to him that we were going to a party and there would be lots of kids there, and he would have lots of fun. All of a sudden, he burst into tears. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why going to a party would be such a bad thing.
Then he explained it to me...
"I don't want another birthday party! I just turned 4, I don't wanna be 5 yet!"
No wonder...
