The other night, the kids were sitting with me in my office, looking through toy catalogs while I was working. They kept busy, pointing out toys they liked, arguing over who would get which toy, etc.
Then Nik came over to me with a leaflet in his hand and said, “This one is to me, mama, and this one is to Anjali.” [He says “to me” when he means “for me”] He was pointing to a set of tabletop sandbox toys.
I looked over and said, “Okay, maybe later.”
Then he said, “I want this for my Sharptooth Birthday Party, mom.”
Me: “You’ve already had your pirate birthday party for when you turned four. So, if you’d like, you can have a dinosaur birthday party when you turn five.”
Nik, after thinking furiously: “I’m five!”