Birthdays are not a happy event for me, especially since I'm four. Five, now that is a cool number. I'd be happy to be five. Three. Three is also cool. But, four. very boring. Besides, since I've been four I hear, "No. I won't pick you up and carry you, you're four now. Use your legs." "Go get dressed. You don't need me to do it, you're four." "You can't use your fingers, eat with your fork. Ffffour, Fooork, see they go together." "You can get your shoes on, you're four." My mom thought herself so clever but I know my letters. I told her, "Listen to me, fork, goes with five. I will use my fork when I'm five. I'll be really big."
Listen, four can be cool sometimes. I'm definitely faster. I can catch a ball better and throw FAR! When my mom isn't looking, I jump for four steps instead of three because you know, I'm now four! But, it wasn't like some magical thing happened on my birthday. In fact, tears, big shoulder shaking tears came down as I was told I had to say good-bye to three since I was turning four. They should know to just ignore the fact I'm turning four. I don't need to know that. I can go right on being three and not know the difference. What were they thinking? They know I'm a person who has trouble letting go. I cry every time I need to put on my new black coat and it's been two months! I want my old, green one back. I don't care the arms were too short. I don't care it was hard to get on. I WANT MY GREEN ONE!
I also don't want to get older for my parent's sake as well. They have been great failures. I have no pictures of me as a baby. They tell me there are some but when I ask where they say in the computer waiting to be put in books. I don't believe them. I look around and there are NONE. Big E has lots of pictures I've seen. Where are mine? Listen, I don't want to grow up, I WANT PICTURES! Then there is the hope that I will be a girl. I don't know how those fish at the aquarium go from being boys to girls and back again but I want to do that and the longer I'm walking, the more complicated it gets.
When you see me, please tell me I'm three.
Later,
lil' e
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