Our middle son, Grayson, turned 4 yesterday. I am taking time out from trip posts to say Happy Birthday to Gray. He asked for a pirate party, so we had a great time creating and traveling through the perils of Radford to find our hidden treasure!
At 4, Gray loves to negotiate any and everything! He is constantly amazing us with his reason and logic. Most of the time it drives me crazy because he can rationalize his way out of an into anything, but sometimes I just have to laugh.
He also loves spelling things lately. When Finn and I want to say something we don't want Gray to understand, we spell it out. Lately, he will ask, "Mom, can we have an S-A-O-Y?" When I ask what that is, he replies, "A popsicle, of course!"
And no surprise, his favorite word is fart. He uses it as often as he can. Today he announced that we live in the United Farts of America. Thank his father for this--I do!
We love you Grayson! Happy 4th B-day!