Fore! Four!

It all looks very innocent, this FOUR business.

 

I’m just so shell-shocked from three that I find myself cowering, bracing for the incoming age-related behaviors that will pelt me in the back of the head like an unwieldy and airborne golf ball.

But, so far, a whole two weeks into the FOUR experience, we have no bumps on the head and I see no reason to issue forth an ear-piercing, “Fore!” to warn those in the immediate vicinity.

 

I think I might like this latest advancement in years.

And I think the Four Achiever enjoyed his Birth Week festivities.

 

       

FOUR—the Year of the Dragon.  And the Monster.  Oh, and the Pirate, too.  Okay, so apparently FOUR brings a taming of the inner toddler beast, but does not offer decisiveness.

Fine. 

I can deal with that.

Happy Four, B.B.! 

(I have abbreviated his nickname, so as not to embarrass him in his newfound wisdom and maturity….)  :)