Four

"If your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life." - Bill Watterson

My mother-in-law always told me 4 year-olds were her favorite age. Now I know why.

When you are 4 years old you can go into a fancy restaurant dressed in a full Transformer costume without anyone batting an eye.

When you are 4, it is completely natural to go outside to swing wearing only your underwear, cape and cowboy boots.

At 4, you seriously believe that the odd looking food placed in front of you causes you to have x-ray vision.

You think you can fly.

You have the most unbelievable self-esteem and on any given day you can be heard saying "I am the greatest!" or "I am so clever!"

You believe in Santa Claus, the Befana, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. And you will do anything to get back in their good graces.

You think girls turn into monsters when their Mommies and Daddies are away.

You think your Momma is 17 years old.

You try to spell everything.

When you are 4, the world revolves around you.

You are still fortunate enough to have all 6 of your grandparents and the love that they give. You take them for granted, but don't need to worry about that for a long, long time.

You can paint for hours, and tell the story of every single tiny brush stroke.

When you are 4, you can ask question after question (after question) without reservation as you try to figure out this world of yours.

You think it is absolutely necessary to call 911 when you get slime stuck in your hair.

You can forgive in a blink of an eye.

You think the best football player in the whole wide world is Paint Mayonnaise.

Play is your work.

You are able to sing so loudly while swinging on your glider that the neighbors think something is wrong.

And finally...the best thing about being 4 is being able to crawl into bed at the end of the day, snuggle up with your momma, reflect on your experiences, dream away about what tomorrow will bring, and not even worry that in 7 months you will be 5.