Now We Are Four

Many things improve once one is a big Four-Boy. For instance, when one wears a hat, it is because (I have been gravely informed) it is a Four Year Old Hat. When one takes a sudden and previously hidden interest in painting, it is because one is using Four Year Old Paints. Unfortunately, the grown up benefits of the Four Year Old philosophy do not extent to Going To Bed Without Complaint, or Remaining In Bed Until After Seven A.M.

Now the birthday is out of the way, Christmas is approaching fast. But first, an important visit; George is currently bubbling with excitement about Auntie Mish and Uncle Matt coming to stay. We are counting down the amount of sweeps (sleeps) until their arrival, and many gwitterwy (glittery) pictures have been drawn in anticipation of the visit. The last birthday party of the season is tomorrow. Oh, the social whirl of a big Four-Boy!