"Good", you reply.
The perfect answer to a question of age. And--she IS good. Here you are, my good girl, on the first day of your third year:
Fire and ice: you prefer the latter.
You are polite. Ever blessing sneezes, kissing scrapes, never forgetting your P's and Q's. I dubbed you "Switzerland" because at our house you are neutral ground. The peaceful place. Avery, my leggy little bird. Lola, growing too quick into that strong woman. You suck your thumb to soothe yourself into sleep. You said your first prayer over our meal yesterday. You hate the shower and love the bath. You devour yogurt, peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate anything. You are the rascal caboose. Happy Birthday, Averyelle!