is what my little man turned this past month. One night as I was putting him to bed we started talking about what he wanted to do for his birthday. I gave him the option to have a party with friends or have just a family party. After a long pause this is how the rest of the conversation went.
Ian: "I just want one with my family, Momma."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Ian: "Yep, I'm sure.. That way I won't have to share"
Me: "Share what?"
Ian: "Taking turns with the stick, being crowded and being pushed"
Me: **look of confusion** followed by "Ohhh, You want a Pinata..."
Ian: "Yeah, and if I have a party with my friends they will be pushy and I won't get as many turns whacking it, and then they will all be pushing and grabbing the candy, but if it's just my brothers they will have to share with me, because you'll make them."
Me: "I will?"
Ian: "Yeah, cause' it's my birthday"