The Dotter turns four today. (We think.) Um. How did this happen? I look at the pics of her as an infant, and wonder where that tiny child went? Yeah, yeah, gimme a break. It's cliché because...well...these feelings occur to just about every parent out there. OmegaDad is cooking dinner. We've snuck a cake into the fridge, along with the "4" candle. OmegaDad took the dotter down to the local store to return videos (oh, how Dark Ages of us, to rent videos from a store!), and gave me the opportunity to sneak in stuff and wrap some presents on the sly. No party this year, but next year I think we will venture into the Ghastly World of Children's Birthday Parties.