It's hard to be four. It takes a lifetime for Thanksgiving to get here and then it flies by. You admire your big cousins and want to follow them everywhere and do everything they do, but they don't always want a four-year-old shadow. You think you have endless energy, until you crash in your plate of potatoes.
Someday you'll laugh to hear the story of how everyone put their heads down on the table to convince you that we really do take naps after Thanksgiving dinner.
Four is magic.