Not quite over

“Mommy, I two.”

“That’s right, Will. You’re two years old. But next month is your birthday and you’ll be three.”

“Yeah, I’ll be three. I’ll have a birthday party!”

“Would you like a birthday party?”


“Would you like to invite your friends over to play in the yard for your party?”

“Yeah. Invite Gabby and Aya, too!”

“What kind of party would you like? Do you want Bob the Builder, or Dinosaurs, or Pirates, or Airplanes, or Animals…?”

“No, Mommy. We not Bob Builder. We not Dinosaurs. We not Airplanes. We PIRATES! Argh!”