We celebrated Andrew's 4th birthday last week. The day was full of fun -- pretty much wore me out. I thought I'd gotten some pretty great gifts for him, and he received them graciously (after BEGGING for days to open them.) Unfortunately a few days after his birthday, Andrew very kindly told me "I think I got the wrong stuff for my birthday. But that's okay, Mom."
I'm so glad he's so forgiving. (:
I do love that kid. He makes me smile every day.