On October 10th, dear niece, you turned a whole four years of age.
It made me and Rich laugh when we asked you how old you were and you yelled out "Momma, how many am I?" and responded back with "I's four today!"
Then your uncle Richard had a bit of a mini-panic attack. In his mind you are still two - and I'm afraid you'll probably still be that way when you're 25.