There will be no pictures of your third birthday parties, of which you had two. As it turns out, parties are not so much fun at three, at least for our feisty little Soso. You did not like the children in your house, playing with your toys and eating your food. Not even their generous gifts were enough to convince you to have some fun. Instead, you spent two hours nervously rushing from room to room to insure that no one was touching your stuff. When everyone had gone, you begged that we never have another birthday again. Ever. When I told you we had another scheduled for the following day you asked, "will it be only adults?" Yes, my dear, only adults.