i called max today:
“hey booba, it’s jodi grody.”
“hi.”
“how are you today?”
“good.”
“it’s your birthday!”
“i know.”
“you’re four!”

that’s when he started crying and sister #2 got on the phone.

“yeah,” she said, “he’s not too thrilled about being four.”
“why?”
“he says he’s gonna miss being three.”