4 yrs old

I love age 4. It's one of my favorites so far. It's like a whole year-ish of sweet, curious, talkative, creative, and not quiiiiiiite logical. For example, these conversations happened recently:

Haven: "Dane, want to play 'I'm Thinking of An Animal?' "

Dane: "Yeah, sure."

Haven: "You go first."

Dane: "Ok. What do I think of?"

Haven: "You can think of anything."

Dane: "Ok. I'm thinking of anything."

Haven: "No, you have to give a clue."

Dane: "Ok. It's water."

Haven: (getting a little exasperated) "No, don't tell me what it is!"

Dane: "Ok, ok. It's rain."

~ ~ ~

Dane: "Mom, what does S-O-P-A-L spell?"

Me: "Ummm...sopal."

Dane: "Is that really a word?"

Me: "No, I don't think so."

Dane: "What does it mean?"

Me: "Uhhhhh....."

~ ~ ~

Me: "Haven, does it make you feel happy or sad that we're moving to Texas this summer?"

Haven: "Well...I guess both. I'm happy that I will remember what it's like to be friends with Whitney and Stuart. But I'll miss my friends here."

Dane: "Well I'm EXCITED!!!! Except, I'm a liiiiittle bit sad, because I'll miss Dad."

Me: "Well, he's coming with us. Dad's moving to Texas too."

Dane: "Oh! Well, then nevermind."

Whaaaa????

I. love. this. age.