Wants and pressures

I've been feeling the pressure of posting something interesting, brilliant, even tittilating for my 100th post. This has been more pressure than posting something important on my one-year anniversary, which passed a few weeks back. However, for want of something better, I'm going to tell y'all the same story I've been repeating to everyone about my clever child.

So, her birthday was a few days ago. The day before her birthday, we told the kid, "Make sure you tell everyone it's your last day being 2.5." She said okay, we dropped her off at preschool, and went on to work.

My husband picked her up from school, and I met up with them before dinner. As she was playing, I asked her, "Did you tell everyone today was your last day being 2.5?"

"Um, no, I forgot really," she said, with a sway of her head.

"That's okay. You can tell everyone tomorrow that you're 3 instead."

"No, 3.5!" she insisted.

"Honey, you're not going to be 3.5, you're going to be 3. You were 1, then 1.5, 2, then 2.5, 3, and then 3.5. You'll be 3.5 in the summer."

"But I don't want to be 3. I want to be 3.5," she begins to whine.

"First you have to be 3. You'll be 3 tomorrow."

She paused for a moment, tilted her head, and gave me her best teen angst look while saying, "Mommy, that's not what I was going for."

An addendum: Since then, she's decided she's 5, not 3 or 3.5, and has actuall thrown a tantrum, in the hopes that we'll "cave" and let her be 5. This, coming from the kid who told everyone for months she was getting a bike for her birthday. When Joe explained she wasn't getting one until the summer, she said, "Okay," and then walked off to play.