You turned four a few days month back. Your mom and I have been pushing that as a 'coming of age' number to get you to step up where need be. So we egg you on with wheedles like - "a four year old drinks her milk out of a cup, not a bottle. So hold this Cup Rheya" or "You are now old enough to tidy up your own toys". Or "What do you mean 'are we not going ?' Take my car and drive yourself to pre-school!" Nah! That last one isn't true. I'd never give you my car, I only asked you to pick up mamma's car ! 😜 Most of the times you happily shoulder the responsibility as growing older is the in thing until you are in your 20s. In your little 'social circle' you still look up to being at least as old as the princesses and fairies and Elsas and Sophies. I think to the one who justifiably claims the highest age there is a prize of a little momentary feeling of entitlement. But then that is common across all victories - entitleme...