You will turn four on Wednesday. I can’t believe you will only be four. We’ve spent so much time together in the last few years, you seem more like a buddy I’ve known all my life. You get me and I get you. We share the same passion — like all things related to super heroes…sometimes we even argue about who gets to be the Silver Surfer.
You and I also have the same taste. Just last week, you were watching a trailer for the new Fantastic Four movie. You saw Invisible Girl getting married and then you told me you were going to marry her. I said, “Why?” And you replied, “Invisible Girl is hubba-hubba.” I didn’t teach you to say that, but son, I know what you mean. I thought Jessica Alba was hubba-hubba when she was just a mutant on her TV series, Dark Angel.
Unlike your older sister, you sailed through your terrible two’s and three’s. Even though you had your bad moments, your two’s and three’s really were not that terrible. I like to think I had something to do with that, but you were just born that way. And when you do pout or have a meltdown, it doesn’t last very long. Basically, you are a happy kid.
Right now you are going through your why stage. You are constantly asking daddy why and no matter how daddy answers, your reply is always another why. I hope you will always ask why in life, but to be honest, right now you are driving daddy crazy with all those whys. Am I the only person you can ask? It’s like you have a bottomless bag full of whys with my name written all over them. Sometimes I even make up things in the hopes that will distract you from your mission to drive me completely insane. Just so you know, Elektra isn’t really your daddy’s girlfriend and she will not be spanking you…or me.
You have a wacky sense humor. I’m not sure if you get that from me or if it’s something all kids are blessed with when they are young. Lately, you have been calling Clifford the Big Red Hot Dog and laughing like you just said the funniest thing in the world. And when you laugh the cute way that you do, you make daddy laugh too.
You’re well on your way to becoming a man. You’ve even started sitting on your throne for long periods of time. And while sitting on your throne, you’ll open the door and yell out, “Daddy!” I ask if you were done and you reply with, “No, not yet.” Then you shut the door and a few minutes later, you’ll yell out to me again to tell me you’re still not done. You would repeat this over and over again until you finally are done. And without your updates, son, I would never be able to figure it out for myself…even when I’m just on the other side of the door, anxiously waiting to wipe your butt. According to you, that’s my job.
It isn’t easy being the middle child. Your older sister is three years older and your younger sister is two years younger. It seems like you are always fighting with one of them over a silly toy. But I think you are handling it fairly well. You’re even a good influence on baby sister. Before she was even 21 months old, baby sister could say Spiderman and point at your Spiderman toys to let us know she knows what she is talking about. Looks like we have another super hero in the family. Good job, son.
I’m lucky to have you and you will always me my little buddy. I love you. Happy birthday, son.