Boy-o's birthday was a week ago Sunday. We'd been prepping him for it, talking about his party, and he couldn't stop talking about his "happy birthday." ("It's my happy birthday! That my happy birthday cake!")
The three of us woke up first and when we heard him stir, went in singing Happy Birthday, Bug Bug leading the way. Boy-o is slow to wake, and we found him still lying down in his crib, sucking his thumb. We leaned over the crib and said, "Happy birthday!" He beamed up at us and said, "I seven!"
Not quite, kiddo. Try two. But hang onto that grand feeling!