I called Kyler this morning to wish him happy birthday. The conversation went something like this:
Daddy Happy Birthday, Kyler.
Kyler Happy Birthday to you too, Daddy.
Daddy You don't need to wish me happy birthday because it is not my birthday, it is yours
Kyler OK, thank you
Daddy How old are you now Kyler?
Kyler I'm three years old....talking to Mom How old am I, Mom? back to Daddy Yea, I'm three. I'm now a superhero, I'm a superhero