Anna: "Am I three now?"
Me: "Yes, yes you are. Happy birthday!"
Anna: "Does that mean I start preschool today?"
Me: "Not yet. But soon."
Me: "Why don't you go potty."
I start to put the Sesame Street potty seat up on the toilet, but Anna throws up a hand and waves me off.
Anna: "Dad, I'm three. I don't need that anymore."
They all have to grow up sometime. You just wish it didn't happen so fast.
To Anna: You are sweet, kind, adorable and smart—just like your dad. Stay that way. Always.