Four.

Four lives in another dimension, where paradox and confusion are customary. Four is not for the faint-of-heart or those void of conviction.

Four is sweet and lovable one minute, stubborn and baffling the next. Snuggles are followed unpredictably by angry howling. Nonsensicle joke-telling leads to newly learned mean words and mad faces. Defiance and compliance, hugs and bite-marks, cheesy smiles and tantrums-- this is Four.

Four is a contradiction. Still grasping onto babyhood with ever-more-nimble fingers, Four cannot help but slide subtly into maturity. Four starts as a Big Kid in toddlers clothing. Until one day, mysteriously, Four wakes up in the morning, comes out to the living room, and is just a Big Kid.