The Magical age of 4

My Gabriel tells me time after time that when he gets to be 4 he will do the things that I guess at times seem a bit hard for a 3 year old. Things like picking up the enitre basket of Thomas the Trians that HE just got out all by himself a few hours before, or eatting all his dinner, or eatting at all for that matter!

Supposedly, according to him when he turns four, he will eat hot dogs, broccoli, be old enough to change his underwear, brush his teeth, not be scared of the dog, can go to work with his Daddy, ride the schoolbus, and most of all ride his "big boy" bike that our old neighbors gave to him (thank you Richard!)

I sure hope he is not too disappointed when he turns four and these things don't just magically happen all at once!