We just returned from a trip to Wichita, and for some reason Sofia decided that she would be 4 when we returned. Here is our conversation this morning:
Fia: Today's my Birthday!
Me: Honey, your Birthday will happen when we get back from Germany. But, you are very almost 4!
Fia: I know that. But I passed 4.
Me: So what will you be on your Birthday then?
Fia: 5. I'm getting faster and faster to the disaster!
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