My little man turned three last month. Not so little anymore....
I must have mentioned to him and one time or another that I would be sad to see him grow up, and to not have him be my baby anymore. So now anytime I mention how big he is getting, he says, with the widest eyes imaginable, "And your going to cry when me gets big??" And I say "maybe just a little bit...."
My (not-so) little man had his heart set on having a Star Wars birthday party, so a Star Wars birthday party we had. It was only a mild 100° outside, so we said what the heck, an outside party seems divine!
and it was.