so telling

Sometimes we look are our children and wonder what they are thinking. And sometimes, without our asking and prompting, they let us know exactly what is ruminating in those little brains of theirs.
Sam is four years old today and this morning he came upstairs carrying his birthday bag he had received from my secret pal (thanks! he was delighted). He sat on our bed and had a few commments about the balloons. Then Leah let him know, "you're four already, Sam, since the middle of the night!" And Sam, in such a disappointed voice, turned to me and said sadly, "I'm not big." Apparently, he thought that last sleep the night before the big day was going to do wonders.