Happy Birthday Spencer

Spencer turned four today. We bought him a goldfish and put it in his room while he was sleeping. He came bounding out of his room this morning shouting "there's something new in my room." He named the goldfish "goldie". Not the most original of names but his fish, his name. His first question of the day was to ask if he could have a really sharp knife when he turns five. Um, no.

He's had two of three birthday parties. The first at my sister's house in Colorado while on vacation last week, yesterday at the park with his nanny and park pals and finally a pool/taco party at our house on Sunday. I want him to feel celebrated, special and loved. He just wants a knife.