Kisae puts great faith in the magical things that will happen when she is four. She has been looking forward to four since shortly after she turned three (late November). And telling people "I turning 4" since, oh, February. When she knows she can't do something yet, she will ask, "When I four?"
So not too long ago we had this conversation:
"Mommy, when I four, I get...."
She pauses, turns side to side, and makes a swishing/spraying sound.
Um, no, not when you're four nor even 44. And I hate that word. And, yes, that's the danger of having a 9-year-old brother.