Four, Cuatro, Vier, Quattro, Quatre, четыре, 四:

My youngest turned four today.  Wyatt is one of the most independent people I have ever known.  At the age of four he is completely comfortable in his own skin.  He doesn't care about what people think, wears whatever he wants, does whatever he wants, raids the pantry for his own snacks, fixes his own beverage of choice, has a plan to break everything we own before the age of 11, has numerous sunglasses and hats, Snowboots in Summer - Sandles in Winter, is a power disciple of Mickey Mouse Playhouse who doesn't miss an episode, and so far the only thing he seems to be scared of is snakes.  He also has his own suturing suite at Progress West Hospital and has been known to carry his plastic surgeons business card in his pocket for just in case.  He is so different from everyone else at age four that it is almost comical.  Everyone loves him, especially his dad.  Although I have evidence that he is secretly plotting my murder.......

Four

Happy Fourth Birthday Wyatt.