
I'm slightly confused now. I keep blowing out four candles, but they tell me that I won't actually be four years old until Friday. I expect that after all the hoopla my big day will be anticlimactic.
How could you beat
hopping like a bunny...
carrying goldfish crackers on a spoon...
carrying goldfish crackers on a spoon...


running around as fast as you can...


eating delicious chocolate cupcakes...

hanging out with your closest friends?


And what amount of craziness would it take for us to get Mummy to outdo this shining moment?!
I think I should just say that I'm four years old already.
1 comment:
Maria,
I love your blog. The picture of you with the ribbons is hilarious!
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