Me: Good morning! Happy birthday! Do you know how old you are today?
Rose: I’m two and a half!
Me: No! It’s your birthday today! Today you are 3 years old! Happy birthday!
Rose: No, I’m almost three. I’m two and a half!
Me: You’re not almost three anymore! You ARE three! Today you are 3 years old!
Rose: NO!!!! *bursts into tears*
She was really really upset she was three instead of two. She cried for a very long time. It took a lot of talking to get her to understand that her birthday was a good thing. I think the birthday donut, balloon, presents, trip to Chuck E Cheese and cake may have persuaded her to be excited about being three.
But I guess finding out you are no longer 2 years old is very traumatic. I don’t like finding out I’m another year older either these days, but I’m THIRTY-three. If I were just three, I’d be elated to be a new number. I guess Rose is just wise beyond her years!