You are 51 months old today.
You also look a bit tired which I'm not at all surprised about as it has been a busy month with visitors, new activities, late dinners and sporadic napping.
"Kate! Smell my breath...it's minty fresh!" as you open your mouth wide and go "HHHHAAAAHHHH!" right in her face. Kate obliged by putting her nose 1/2 way into your mouth and breathing deeply, much to the amusement of the other commuters on the morning rush-hour train.
I am happy to say that some things that I teach you do manage to sink in. You are a monumentally talented burper and practice this every chance you get, especially at the supper table. As you are still learning how to control this so it isn't quite so loud or unexpectedly interrupting your speaking, I am trying to get you to at least say, "Excuse me". Apparently, the lesson is starting to stick, to wit:
Kate: "Alex learned to say 'excuse me' after he burped. He never used to do that but Lucy taught him."
Me: "Really Lucy?! What happened?"
You: "I told him it was rude to do that so he should say 'excuse me' and now he does!"
You give me faith that one day this really difficult job of civilizing tiny humans might actually work.