FOUR

When you are four, you get a bike and a circus cake and possibly a super hero watch and also some lollies and some paints. When you are four you get to run around your party wearing dragon wings and rwarring at people, you get to drink fizzy punch and eat chocolate crackles, you get to hide under the couch when it all gets to much, you get to cry and you get to throw at least one tantrum. When you are four you can be bribed with fairy bread, reduced to giggles by a burp and your older cousin can teach to to write 'wee' on the footpath in chalk. When you are four, your best friend is a genius kid called Hatty and your enormous monster dog Norman is allowed to lick the sauce from your cheeks and possibly have just a little nap on your bed, It's good to be four. Happy birthday little Ada.