Four

I tried to avoid it...but she turned four on Friday.

I loved 3. She says funny things like, " Don't put your foot to me!" and "Anythin's not coming out."

My SIL says it will just keep getting better...each age. Okay...I yield to time...and the compelling call of celebration...of cake and balloons and presents. Grandma J and Opa came to help party. She brought kisses; he brought flowers.

I know I'll love four.