Today, I am 3. And while Mom and Dad might think the last year has been a miraculous one, I'm not too sure I'd agree with them. See...last year for my birthday we had a great party with all my friends and we played and we jumped and we bit and we ran and we played...and it was really great. This year though, I had to dodge the scooting babies whenever I wanted to play. Oh...and to make matters worse, this is what Mom made me wear.
Stupid right? I did get presents though, so I guess that's good.