Almost

Finishing my breakfast this morning I heard a frantic holler from upstairs where F was getting dressed.
”MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!”

I start to get up to help, then remember we are attempting to build independence and creative problem solving. Instead I answer, ”Do you need help?”

The frantic tone decreases ever so slightly to simply manic and he replies, all in one breath, ”Today is Thursday, that means tomorrow is Friday, that means it's birthday cake and presents tomorrow!!!”