Legos

Thirty six years ago today, my son Matt was supposed to turn four. But he refused. He wanted to stay three. He was talking crazy so everyone laughed at him. Which only made him madder. And, of course, he was not talking crazy. He had mastered toilet training and could walk, talk, sing, laugh, and play all day. His older brothers were already mired in the drudgery of elementary school which leads to studying Calculus and roofing jobs. Matt was loved and spoiled as the baby of the family. He was wise beyond his years. I am sorry we made him turn four but we really had no choice. I do not know if he is ready to turn the big four O today or wants to stay in his thirties. I would ask him but he is busy downtown fighting stressful battles as a lawyer while I am home playing with his legos.